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[ COMPLETE ] Vincent&Yuuto - Taking Advantage
When; 2nd August [ Chastity/Perversion Curse ]
Rating; R. Oh so very R. [ Mano a mano baby. What else do husbands do? ]
Characters; Kigai Yuuto [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prettywithawhip] & Vincent Valentine [darkeningly]
Summary; When a very noble-minded person is struck with the urge to act out his darkest urges, things can go horribly wrong... and somewhat right. [... and cheesy, but who cares about that. ]
Log;
The entire day had been strange, even for it being one spent in the City. Yuuto knew full well it was a form of curse, but it seemed such an odd one - as though half of the population became entirely pious and the other were sinning as much as possible. And more people he knew were affected than not - from what he could tell, even Vincent had been hit. It was a tricky sort of accusation to make, but what possibly could have been another explanation for those strange words?
He sighed, drinking a last sip of his evening tea before setting the cup down onto the nearby coffee table. Nonetheless, he had been asked to be host for another evening. And even though he had some apprehensions and misgivings about it all, he still was a little glad that such a kind man was willing to stop by for company again. He just hoped that, perhaps, this time, it wouldn't end up in such a confusing state like the last time. That had been a mess, truly.
A small hum sounded from him while he rose from his seat at the sofa and moved to the kitchen area. Only vaguely did he wonder if Vincent would perhaps want some Assam tea again, and he had been interrupted when he heard a sound at his front door. That couldn't have been him - so soon, when it had been merely four minutes since he shut the lid of that laptop. Then again, it could have been a mere hallucination to his ears. Either way, though, he approached the door cautiously. "Hello....?"
Strange, how 'moving on' seemed to take on a rather darker meaning by entering this city. Not that he was complaining, and while a side of him desperately sought to understand the intense confused reactions he was having, the prospect of 'enjoying' the company of all these people so easily coming into his grasp. He had arrived, yes, but not really in a conventional manner. Oh no, there was something he had to accomplish first, and that involved surprising. Before arriving here, a young boy, eager to serve and be rewarded was given a small present, and that very boy visited Yuuto's door, to hand him that.
This man had been his partner one day, after all, and there was still room to have... a lot more.
The present in question, being a mysterious glowing orb, of a shade of green, was to be handed to Yuuto, and once the distraction was in place, Vincent made his entrance from the balcony, standing behind Yuuto at a distance, arm folded, and leaning against the wall. And then he whispered, "He took his time. That was supposed to get to you sooner." Oh well. All he'd wanted was for the materia to get used to Yuuto's person, but it wasn't like it wouldn't work without that. Perhaps he did have a flair for the dramatic... excuses were excuses, after all.
The visitor had been a strange one - a young boy claiming he had a gift for him, then handing over a glowing orb of green. While he wasn't exactly expecting it, he still smiled graciously as he took it and bid the boy a good evening. By the time the odd boy was gone, he wished he had thought to ask his courier exactly what it was. Yuuto shrugged it off, though, turning back to shut his apartment door and once more wait for his guest's arrival.
He hardly expected to see Vincent already in his apartment, leaning against the wall and rather looking like a cavalier highwayman.
"Ah, Vincent-san," he finally greeted after a moment's blank surprise. He blinked furiously, then a small smile curved his mouth as he approached Vincent. "How did you get in?" He really was curious about it. It wasn't possible for him to have slipped in while he had been talking with the boy... was it?
Oh it was, quite easily so. Vincent's biological makeup had been modified enough for him to break down his own constructed body into creatures other than a human self, a reason to his agelessness and other abilities such as flying. Getting in hadn't been difficult at all. With a shrug to his shoulders, he stepped away from the wall and approached Yuuto slowly, crimson eyes never moving off him.
"You left your window open." no sooner had he said the words that he was behind Yuuto, plucking the materia out of his hand and looking at it. "Pretty, isn't it? It's called a Time materia. Very useful... " His speed was almost unearhtly, and he chuckled tossing it in his hand. "I thought it might be of use to you." As he said the words, he slowly walked up beside Yuuto, and then turned to face him, watching his face, before he smiled, almost cordially.
"Did I make you wait?"
Yuuto had a look of blank shock on his face - how did Vincent move so quickly? His suspicions seemed confirmed, somewhat. There was something odd in how Vincent wouldn't stop staring at him, much less give him such a generous gift. Time materia...? He stared again at the glowing green orb in the other's hand with a slightly puzzled look. Well, he had mentioned materia once before... but, frankly, Yuuto had forgotten about what its specific purpose was. Honestly, now, he was more interested in Vincent and his slightly different behaviour.
When he was once more addressed, he looked up and mustered a polite, gentle smile on his face. "Hardly, Vincent-san. I didn't expect you to turn up so quickly, really...." He turned about, eyes darting from the open window back to Vincent, and then he stepped closer to the sofa. Such closeness... well, he wasn't sure it was necessary. "Please, do sit, Vincent-san," he recommended with a gesture to the cushions.
A small chuckle went past Vincent's lips, and for the while, he did comply, watching Yuuto again before regarding the empty living room. So homely, quiet and perfect really... and flipping the materia once more, he held it between two fingers in his gloved hand, then tilted his head to a side, observing it as though seeing it for the first time, before turning back to Yuuto. "Sit...." His only reply to that, before he moved past Yuuto again, only to come up behind him.
Perhaps, it was a surprising gesture in itself, but as soon as he did pass the man, he didn't wait. His arms moved around his waist, pressing the other man to himself, and he slipped the hand holding the materia against Yuuto's chest, before stopping it right under his throat with a sort of pressure, a low chuckle escaping him.
"I could barely wait, Yuuto-san." the materia was gently rolled over his throat, his jawline, and coming to a stop there, he moved so that his face was close to his ear. "Why don't we skip the formalities and cut to the chase... hm? After all."
A small smirk appeared on his lips. "That's the reason I brought you time." And there, within seconds, he had Yuuto turned around and pushed down against the couch, every action happening so speedily, he was certain he wouldn't give the man any chance to think. It was like being hit by a Berserk spell, really, and now, from his new position, he found himself grinning in an almost predatorial way, a hand pinning him down to the cushions beneath.
"It seems like I'm the first today to have gotten to you, doesn't it."
His suspicions had been more than correct. And he had realised it only too late, when he now was pinned to his own sofa and looking right up at Vincent. He stared up to the other with a shocked sort of look - there was a strange look of a pleased hunter in the other's eyes, and it was unlike anything he would have expected of Vincent. "Gotten to me?" he echoed inquisitively, now frowning with bewilderment. Just what was that supposed to mean?
It seemed as though his body wanted to betray him in this instance. He could feel a certain heat now... a familiar sort of heat, one he knew all too well. And, well, even the idea behind this encounter was one that proved quite alluring to him. "Vincent-san...." No. No, he couldn't do anything just yet.... not without some sort of explanation, at least. "What are you doing?" he asked, staring directly up into those pretty red eyes. Yes, so expressive and richly-hued... no. Couldn't think like that just yet.
He was looking at him. He was looking, specifically, at his eyes and Vincent was oh-so-familiar to that look, so welcomingly right and he could feel the passion that this man had aroused not too long ago build up like a flame yet again. The materia he held, it had been brought just in case Yuuto would decide to struggle, but it looked like it wasn't going to be necessary now... for the while. So he let it slip between his fingers, and land on the pillow beside Yuuto's head.
"I think you've noticed... there are many out to prey on the innocent today. Pitiful, really..." he sighed, almost dramatically and then leaning down, he looked even more steadilly into Yuuto's own light eyes... pretty eyes, prettier than hers... he thought to himself, as he shifted his lower body to gently press firmly against Yuuto's, his intent quite obvious as he slid the hand that had formerly held the materia towards Yuuto's chin, and tilted his face up.
"And now that you know that... what do you think I'm doing... Yuuto?"
There was really no mistaking just what Vincent had in mind, and it was more than obvious when he felt pressure right over his lower body. Yuuto stared up with blank look, tinged with a mild, dull shock, and he tried to think of what to do in this situation. It was clear that his guest wasn't acting normally, and he was almost certain that it had something to do with whatever curse there was circulating about the City that evening. But, this was also a strange set of circumstances. On the one hand, it was wrong on principle, but on the other....
"Vincent-san," he repeated himself, this time his voice riddled with small concern. It felt good, really, it did - and he couldn't deny that Vincent was a handsome man. However... something was off. Quickly, he pushed vincent off, wincing a little as he hit the carpeted floor bwlow with a thud. But soon he was up and moving over to the window. Sure, he would resist that first time, perhaps just as a nicety to the other... but beyond that, he wasn't sure. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, looking to him with a slight frown. He was almost regretting pushing him off now....
The push came with a bit of a surprise to him- Yuuto hadn't seemed to be too adverse to what he was doing, so when the other fell down, he nearly stumbled forward on the couch, but grabbing the backrest, he managed to maintain his balance. His expression changed a bit to a bit of an annoyed one, and slowly moved back so he could stand, moving a hand up to his cape which he swiftly unbuckled and pulled off, casuallyraping it over the couch's back before looking at the blond man. Hard to get... well. He could play that game. After all, he was a mercenary for hire...
Moving an arm over his chest, one gloved hand coming to stroke his chin, Vincent pretended to look thoughtful, before tilting his head, and looking at Yuuto, making sure to keep him in his line of vision.
"Judging from the fact that I am able to move quite correctly... and my health seems intact... I do believe I might be." he replied in a pretend-analytical manner. Then, a small, dark smirk appeared on his lips as he moved, beginning to walk, but within seconds he had vanished and he was in front of Yuuto again, both arms outstretched and pinning him to the wall next to the window, and him, effectively, against it as he looked down at him.
"But what about you, Yuuto?" he asked softly. "You seem almost... flustered."
Flustered... Yuuto wouldn't doubt that he would pe perceived as such, even if it was true. But his eyes were wide only because of the speed with which Vincent had finally approached him. Before he knew it, well, he was trapped by the other against the wall, only willing to stare back up at Vincent while the breeze through the open windows tossed those sheer white curtains beside him. It felt good, yes... but should he continue?
"I'm perfectly fine, Vincent-san," he answered, plastering a gentle, hostly smile on his face. He couldn't go against him physically, lest he ruin the furniture and the apartment in its entirety, but, if Kanoe had been right about certain things, charm was another weapon of his that proved just as effective. "You've really no need to worry about me, although I do appreciate..." He trailed off, barely able to keep his concentration when he saw the moonlight reflect so beautifully in those claret eyes. "... the thought." The dark hair and those eyes, well, it looked a good deal familiar. And, as much as he wanted to deny the warm sensation coursing through him at the thought, he really couldn't refuse it.
Ah, there it was. More admiration, more of that interestingly intense welcome that he saw many a time before. On a normal day, this kind of attention may have gone unnoticed, and if notticed, it might have made the red-eyed man a little more than flustered. But today... it was inviting, and he certainly wasn't going to refuse such a well-set request.
Yuuto was looking more and more attractive by the moment, and he wasn't exactly sure why he would place such an attraction into a man. Somewhere inside, he questioned it, but there were far too many reasons, each sounding more and more stranger than the next until he just pushed them aside.
And when he faltered, he went in for the kill. Not waiting a single moment, keeping his eyes locked with the others, he moved in, lips pressing against the shorter man's and claiming his mouth, and his hands sliding down to grab Yuuto by the shoulders, his right hand sliding down his upper arm, down to his wrist and pinning it back against the wall.
As he thought... Yuuto tasted like a fine cup of tea. And oh would he savor it today. Too bad Highwind wouldn't appreciate it this way.
There was an inherent warmth in the kiss that almost burned with intensity, and Yuuto wasn't at all new to this sort of kiss. And even though he was held rather securely against the wall, Yuuto simultaneously was thinking of exit strategies. Maybe he could go for a three-strikes deal... after all, if it was clear that Vincent was intent on it so much that he would be willing to fight, then he'd be willing to, perhaps, forgive this one transgression. No harm, no foul. Or so he thought.
For a while, he returned the kiss with about as much intensity - a little more than he had intended on a few small occasions - and he found himself lost in a contemplation of the other's skill. Would he still be as good as he had the other time? He shrugged the thought aside when he broke the kiss off, and he allowed himself to stare appreciatively at Vincent. Then his smile twisted into a conspiring smirk, and he slipped free from the other's hold and leapt back.
He eyed Vincent with an almost challenging look once he was at the opposite wall. It was a second try this time. He knew perfectly well that the coat that held that dangerous whip was close by on the coatrack, and slyly, he moved towards it. If need be, he was capable of defending himself.
Heat. There was a pleasant heat that spread through his body at the way they kissed, a heat that had nearly, closely, just about become familiar. How many times by now had he kissed this man, and under different circumstances? It didn't quite make sense, but at the moment, neither was he. The way he returned the kiss was nothing short of passionate and he savored it, before looking at him with a soft gaze- nearly anyway, there was still the predatorial look in his eye the moment he saw that smirk.
Though as soon as Yuuto moved, he had jerked back, expecting an attack, but only to see the blond stand against the other wall. It was attractive, the way he teased him, and from that look he knew he was being played with. Beauty and the Beast in a chase? He liked that thought, and he raised an eyebrow when the other stood watching him and his actions, quietly taking in what he was doing.
There was silence which was broken with a calm chuckle, and Vincent moved slowly, though one could almost compare his slow prowl to a panther's, approaching it's prey. He didn't look too hurried, or tense. Where would he run, anyway?
"It's not nice to tease." were the only words he said, as he continued his advance. What trick would he pull out next, he wondered.
He eyed Vincent as he approached, and Yuuto was reminded of a stealthy panther. It was an image that seemed to fit the other man so well at such a time... he could even hear the rich, melodious growl in Vincent's voice. But Vincent had to have known that even Yuuto had claws. He smiled with an eerie sort of cunning as he produced the bladed whip from the coat on that brass hanger, and soon he had it unfurled and in his hands. If he had to, he would prove to his acquaintance just the sort of power he was going up against.
"Whoever said I was teasing?" he replied with a friendly chuckle. After a moment's pause, a triumphant smirk returned, and he tossed the whip dexterously; within seconds, it had latched onto the other man, coiling around his lower arm tightly. Still keeping a half-smirk, half-smile on his face, he tugged at the whip until it was taut in the air between them. He was almost contemplating whether or not he should pull Vincent to the ground. But drawing it out would be fun, too. Giving one more tug on the whip in jest, he chuckled to himself. Second chance....
In all honesty, the fact that Yuuto would ever harm anyone hadn't even crossed Vincent's mind. The man, while seeming frightfully amoral, seemed a little more gentler than he would give a man credit for. However, there was the fact that he had used that water spell, without an aqualung enemy spell to attack the blob the other day and he was well aware of the kind of negative effects water could do, when used as a magic source.
Which was why , the moment the whip was revealed, he was ready. And as soon as it lashed out, he shot out his arm in a self-defence mechanism, letting the length of it coil around his arm. Oh, good move, good move, he found himself thinking, a dark look entering his eye as he firmly held his arm up. Then, with a calm gesture, he raised his arm so that the whip was taut enough, and he watched Yuuto's face with a calm observation, though the intent in his eyes grew darker as the smirk he was holding back spread over his lips.
"Teasing is the same as playing games like this." the last words remained a hiss, and calmly, he remained where he stood, looking as though he wasn't going to move- however, that misconception was soon destroyed by the fact that he was already working on moving. And move he did, though all he did was turn his fingers towards Yuuto, something yellow glittering in the armlet he had at his wrist. Covered by the whip, but the glow was prominent, and h only whispered one word under his breath, before he aimed his hand in Yuuto's direction, hissing, "Manipulate."
At once, the golden light gathered at the base of his gloved hand and shot out, aiming straight for Yuuto's head. A spell which, if hit, would marionette Yuuto into his hold.
Yuuto frowned in mild confusion as Vincent first bantered with him, and when it seemed a good threat was coming, he pulled on the whip even tighter. There was a certain thrill in the battle, it was true, and somehow he had a mild urge to be competitive in this match. It was almost like a sparring match, in a manner of speaking - but there actually was something at stake. That look in Vincent's eyes was the reminder of such a risk. Pretty eyes, it was certain, even when there was a dark look to them. He found himself looking once more, and he damned himself when he saw a light form near Vincent's hand. He also possessed certain powers.
Just as he had tried to pull the whip back, the light hit him square between the eyes. Instantly, he felt paralysed - his mind willed himself to move, but he found that his body wasn't doing what he ordered. Just what had he done? All he could do was stare at Vincent, wide-eyed surprise on his face as he remained frozen like a statue. Had he merely been paralysed? Or was it something else? "Vincent-san...." He could only breathe out that name and wait it out. Just what would he wait out, though...?
A small chuckle went past his lips before he slowly began to walk again, advancing forward and as the orb continued to glow underneath the whip's wrap, something of a connection made itself known between them. A connection that would fully be made obvious with the sound of Vincent's voice in Yuuto's head, like a gentle caress, and the magic spreading the command into the blond man's conscious, actively thinking for him without letting him think of his actions. Let the whip go, Yuuto.
His own steps were calm, calculated, and really he wasn't seeing any need to hurry. A Mastered Manipulate materia nearly always did it's job, and he as he came closer, he smirked again, motioning casually with his fingers with a 'come here' motion. The command to go with it was obvious. Come closer.
Eight commands. And he would use them well.
That voice - how did it seem as though Vincent's voice was so smooth within his mind? - seemed to be doing all the thinking for him, and he continued to watch with wide eyes as he let go of the whip with loosening fingers. It was a controlling spell, he realised too late. He could only hope that, somehow, he would be freed from such a mental grip sometime soon... even if it was a strange sort of sensation.
And once Vincent motioned him forward with such an easy gesture, that voice in his head urging him, he found he was walking not of his own volition right to the other man. He didn't stop until he was mere inches away from the other, and even still, he watched soundlessly with questioning eyes as he awaited the next move. Yuuto was almost certain that he knew what the nature of the orders would be, but he still was in awe at such power behind the spell under which he now operated. Had he more power than he had even known? More than this? "Vincent-san, what-..." He stopped himself - he wasn't sure why, but he hesitated. This was, in a strange sense, so very interesting.
As Yuuto released the whip, he didn't waste any time in releasing himself from it's grasp. Though it might come in handy later and for the while, he paid attention to where it fell. Six commands left, he smirked when the other approached him, not thinking anymore, but speaking aloud. "It's a Manipulate materia, Yuuto." he told him calmly, even as one hand went to stroke the side of the man's face, carefully tracing a line over the side of his face. He had such pretty features for a man, it reminded him of Wutaians and their delicate, clean appearances. Yuuto, he decided, were he from Gaia, would in all likeliness come from Icicle Town. They had quite the combination there, of mixed heritage after all.
While his left hand remained gloved and covered, he drew his hand back to pull the glove off his right hand. Then, he circled around behind Yuuto, fingers carefully tracing over his jawline, then the side of his neck, and then over the shape of his ear.
"You're quite the catch, you know..." he told him informatively now, as he moved up behind him, pressing his body against his back and sliding an arm around Yuuto's waist, a hand fanning over his chest, sliding downwards over the material of his clothing, caressing him delicately. His voice remained warm as he moved his face up beside Yuuto's ear, speaking softly against it. "I've never been attracted to a man before you." He was still talking, not commanding. Yuuto's body would remain under his control until the eighth mental command came.
He couldn't move. He couldn't move, but he was almost not wanting to. Even though he knew full well he now was under the other man's control, Yuuto still felt a small thrill over it. It was strange, really... but he knew better than to waste his energy in fighting it. Ride it out - that was what he would do. Hell, that was all e could do. And it was really all he wanted to do, when he was faced with such an intense heat. Already, he was feeling a need to shed a layer of clothing, and not purely out of a physical lust.
The touches did feel good, really... he knew for certain that, had he the will over his body, he'd have found himself leaning into those hands. A contemplative look flashed on his face before it was erased by a glossy-eyed sort of lust. "And Vincent-san is rather attractive himself," he replied almost absently, willing himself to move - to do something in return. But he was still in the other man's thrall. He sighed a bit, his lips remaining partly open with desire. Would that he could do something of his own accord.
He wasn't going to let him move, at least not yet and his hand, continuing to move over his stomach and downwards, toyed at the edge of his belt and pants, slipping his shirt free, and moving his thumb along the waistband. But he didn't go any further than that, bunching the shirt in his hand until it was completely out and his other hand teasingly stroked his side. It was obvious he was just doing this to tease himself and he moved his lips over the side of Yuuto's exposed neck, inhaling his scent and chuckling softly. "Strange... you seemed to like running as though I was going to hurt you." A flash of gold went through his own eyes, a warning sign, but not a dangerous one- after all, he wouldn't limit break with Chaos anymore. But there was a limit, and he drew his hand over Yuuto's chin and lower lip, tilting his face back and grazing his teeth over his neck.
"Did you think I would bite?" he asked teasingly as he gave a silent command to his body. Turn around and hold me. He wanted to see his face now.
A gasp almost left him when he felt teeth running along his neck. Yuuto knew he was being teased, and even though he was a touch frustrated with not being able to move, he had to admit it was a pleasing sensation that ran down his spine. And, honestly, those hands on him felt very welcoming. Whatever words Vincent had said a moment ago had sounded merely like sounds - he wasn't listening with a readily attentive mind, and he wasn't about to do so any time soon if Vincent kept it up. But he could hear that command clearly in his mind.... How could it be that his voice was just so rich and deep in his mind?
Only moments later did he feel the strain upon his body as it moved of its own volition to turn about. He could see such a cunning look in Vincent's eyes - a look like a wolf had, to be honest - and although it should have, perhaps, intimidated him, it was strangely very attractive. He didn't mind one bit when his arms moved to settle around the other's waist, and he really hadn't paid any attention as he did so. The look on the other's face was what took his attention so. He almost seemed to be enthralled with it all - different, even from the one time that they both had been cursed. "What did you have in mind?" he asked in a faltering voice. That wasn't a smart question, really, if he already knew the answer.
Vincent's amusement grew in his eyes as he looked at how Yuuto was behaving. So subservient, so willing... he wondered if he was just doing that as an effect of the spell, or if he was seriously, more than seriously interested in him than he was letting on. Not that he was complaining, if he'd given in easily, it wouldn't have been fun at all.
His hand rose to caress the side of his face as he looked at him, tilting his head to a side as though considering what he just said, before he smirked and drew his face closer, the raven bangs falling out of his headband brushing playfully against Yuuto's forehead as he lowered his own face to trace his lips over the upper part of his eyebrows.
"Surely you can imagine what I desire to do? But I'm patient..." He stopped moving his face, until his lips were close to the side of Yuuto's mouth, and his hand tilting his face towards him. How much do YOU want me to do what I'm asking you to imagine? Answer honestly~ an open ended command. He was enjoying this too much, and it was obvious in the touch of amusement his mental voice held.
He knew very well just what the intent was behind those actions, those advances. Yuuto certainly wasn't stupid to these sorts of things, and he had been in such a situation more than enough times to know what to do. The only problem was that he couldn't do much, if anything, while he was under this spell Vincent had cast upon him. It was a shame, for the most part, but at the same time, he remained curious as to just what the other would do to put him through his paces.
And it seemed as though he wasn't the only one gaining some sense of entertainment from this, although it was clear that Vincent was entirely amused.
How much did he want done...? In such an instance, he normally would have said something to the effect of assuring the other he could do as he wished - "do what you will" or some cousin of the phrase. But to answer honestly and to answer courteously were sometimes two different things. He looked up to Vincent with a calm, placid stare. Answer honestly. He didn't have the upper hand now. "As much as you can," he replied in a strangely breathy voice - answer honestly, he said, and inflection was part of it. Vaguely, though, excitement showed in his eyes, and he waited for the responce patiently. Hopefully, things would go the way it should.
As much as he could, hm? There was something in that response that made him even more eager to just break the spell and let Yuuto do what he wanted, and sliding his hands down and over his shirt, he deftly unbutoned his top, looking as though it were but a casual thing to do, to undress a man while having him in his hold this way.
His fingers then moved over the bared flesh, brushing over his chest and over his collarbone, before he drew back his hand, and then flicked his finger under his chin to tip his face up and steal a kiss, chuckling softly in his throat as he looked into Yuuto's eyes. "Thank you for the invitation."
The answer was more than pleasing, and another command came just as swiftly, his fourth, which left him with another four. Lead us somewhere private. A bedroom, perhaps. I'd rather have this sight of you to myself than to anything else. it was a command to move, of course, and just as swiftly he drew back, giving Yuuto space to make his way wherever he sought best for his own privacy.
For the second try Vincent had, he was doing such a good job that even he was willing to let it slide and continue on. Then again, he still had small misgivings making their presence felt in the back of his mind. But Yuuto was also adept at ignoring such hindrances at times, and it was a talent that came in handy right about now. They were mere distractions, and not the sort he particularly preferred.
The kinds he did prefer, thought, were currently taking shape within the other man he had in the same room, barely two metres away. At the thought, he straighened the collar of his now open button-down shirt and shot Vincent the shadow of a knowing, planning smile.
He couldn't refuse the sound of those words in his mind, not even if he did have the will to do so. Turning around a moment to overlook the living room area, he paused there a moment and seemed to contemplate over the demand with his back turned. Then he swiftly took a hold of Vincent's wrist and led him down the corridor, pausing only to open the door that led into his bedroom before stepping in. Once he was certain the other was also within the confines, he shut the door behind them and took to leaning against the door casually. He only had to wait now for the next order.
He followed, far too interested with the effects this curse was having on him, and on his victim so to speak. Yuuto was an interesting man, even outside of the cursed days, though this was one time that was hard for him to comprehend how fully the curses had taken him. This one, in particular, was preying on a side of him that was more than thirty years prior to the present, and he believed dead. It was a strange time, but also... not unwelcome.
But then he was younger, and also more noble. There was no chance of him ever using a manipulate materia (or having a mastered one, in this case) to get what he'd wanted, thinking it far below his person to do it. However, the way Yuuto was looking at him right now, the dishevelled look to the normally kept man was more than a motivator for the next command. The sixth one.
Come here then... and undress me until I tell you not to go any further. there was a reason for that, and he moved a hand to the headband he wore, undoing the wrap's clasp and letting the sash unswirl itself from around his forehead, shaking his dark hair free from it's former confine, as he now looked at the man approaching him, letting the fabric slide down his side, to pool onto the floor. If he had his way, it wouldn't be very long until Yuuto too, was melting the very same way at his own touch.
Still with such a wisened smile on his face, Yuuto did approach the other man with slow, deliberate steps. By this time, the commands weren't all that bad. By this time, these same commands, would they have been mere suggestions, would have been followed with nothing less than enthusiasm on his part. By this time.... He stopped his thoughts just then, still keeping a slow pace while accomplishing the first objective of what he had been commanded to do. Once he was quite closer than most people should be, he had to pause and stare again at Vincent.
It had to have been the sash at his forehead... it had such a pesky tendency to block a good deal of the handsomeness of his face. Even while his hands absently worked to remove that cloak, he hadn't focused his attentions on much else besides those striking features. His smile of patience remained steady while the cloak dropped in a rustle of fabric, and, as though they knew what to do, his hands moved to push up the shirt underneath that and then work to getting it off, as well. Halfway there, once he had that off and mingling with the pile of clothes on the floor.
Allowing Yuuto to come close, this close, was something that they had already accomplished prior to this event, though there was the fact that he hadn't quite felt this power-hungry in a while. Seeing Yuuto approach him with that look was more than just arousing, though he did a good job in maintaining self-control while he undressed him. As Yuuto kept his gaze on him, Vincent couldn't help but allow himself to blush a little, probably owing to the darkness of the room where it wouldn't be so visible. As the man began to push his shirt off, he reached down and grabbed Yuuto's hand as though to stop him, though he did raise his own right hand and tugging on the covers of the gloves' fingers, he pulled off his right glove and holding it between his teeth for a bit, he reached for it with his hand and then let it drop to the floor, on top of the cape.
Now, as dishevelled as his partner, he raised Yuuto's left hand to his lips, brushing his lips over the palm and the underside of it, keeping a coy gaze on his face and he smirked, before he leaned close and whispered, Kiss me... and spread yourself on the bed. Undo your clothing, but don't remove it and display yourself to me. with that, he made two commands, which once accomplished, would release Yuuto from the materia's hold, the materia which still cast a soft yellow glow from his armlet, now that the spell's effects were dying down.
The command was too much to resist, even if the spell hadn't been there. So his hormones were, perhaps, getting the better of him. So what? It was difficult not to do as ordered, and the situation wasn't helping matters there. His hands involuntarily moved to capture Vincent's face, and even before he knew it, he had started a kiss on the other's lips that left little to the imagination. With such a distraction, he hardly seemed to notice that he had moved to the bed now, pulling the other along with him. Once he was there, he broke the kiss off, looking up with a peaceful expression. That hadn't felt that bad, really.
Yuuto's hands worked deftly at the buckle to his belt, and within a manner of seconds, he had that open, showing more below his navel than was suitable for situations other than this. The moment he had finished, it felt as though a large weight had been lifted off him - a sense of freedom seemed to overcome him as he lie there with Vincent hovering over him. His eyes briefly widened with comprehension. The spell had been lifted. .... Now what?
As he returned the kisses, he found himself being pulled alongwith him and this time, he didn't hesitate in fervently returning the heated liplocks, though he did keep himself a careful distance away so the other would be able to do the next part of his spell command, which of course, was displaying himself to him the way one would display a lover, of course. Not that they hadn't already gone ahead from that, but the way Yuuto was to do it was a manner in which he was actually looking forward to satisfying a fantasy.
And the materia stopped it's glow, gently fading away, and Vincent pulled away only to pin his arms to the sides of Yuuto's body, admiring the sexy sight beneath him.
He was a beautiful man, there was no other word. From his open shirt, to his pants, now revealing a part of him that looked more than delicious to behold, his own wolfish instincts burned with want as he lowered his face to Yuuto again, looking deeply into his eyes, and stole a soft kiss from his lips, before drawing back.
"Do you still wish for me to continue... doing whatever I want?" his smirk was still settled on his lips, and even as he spoke, he carefully trailed a hand, downwards, until it was brushing over that member with a teasing caress. Eyes glinting with lust, he cupped the underside of the shaft beneath him, before letting it go, to be a tease, and chuckled in his throat.
The touch was quite the tease, really - not that Yuuto truly minded, of course, but it was certainly making the decision harder. Or was it easier? At this point, he couldn't tell, and he knew he wanted to feel more of it, no matter what. But then there was that little misgiving in the back of his mind, the one that told him that this perhaps wasn't such a good idea. Maybe it wasn't. But, well, people made mistakes very often... right?
And it was such a tempting mistake to make, he realised as he felt Vincent's mouth upon his, and then felt fingertips brush along a very sensitive area.
His sigh filled with pleasure left him too soon, but he still looked up to the other with a gentle smile. Strange how, even with the shade provided by that thick, raven-coloured hair, that those eyes still seemed to glow with such a pretty shade of carmine. His answer seemed to be delayed by just looking up at them, and soon, his smile grew fractionally wider. No, no going back now. Without prelude, he pulled himself up with arms coiled around Vincent's neck and started a deep, passionate kiss. Once he was done, he pulled back and grinned patiently at the other. "What do you think?"
A smile appeared on his face, one that really wasn't filled with any sort of pure intent but the kind that had led them into this situation in the first place. As his fingers continued to stroke up the man's length, he couldn't help but be bedazzled by his hazel gaze. That submissive expression and that wanton kiss was doing nothing but motivate the dark urges the City had put into it's cycle today. And perhaps, n some way, some side of him needed this release.
As his hand slid down the other's length, only stopping to push his trousers down and off, Vincent leaned down to kiss over his throat, chuckling darkly as he whispered, "Speaking, in this case, is overrated." And not allowing the other to give him a response for it with words, he let their mouths do it for them- meeting and toying with his tongue within, while his body moved over the other's, flush against each other in a charged passion meant for this one night.
And even then, he couldn't help but be amused, that out of all of the choices here... Yuuto just happened to be the one he would always consider the best in flavor.
Rating; R. Oh so very R. [ Mano a mano baby. What else do husbands do? ]
Characters; Kigai Yuuto [
prettywithawhip] & Vincent Valentine [darkeningly]Summary; When a very noble-minded person is struck with the urge to act out his darkest urges, things can go horribly wrong... and somewhat right. [... and cheesy, but who cares about that. ]
Log;
The entire day had been strange, even for it being one spent in the City. Yuuto knew full well it was a form of curse, but it seemed such an odd one - as though half of the population became entirely pious and the other were sinning as much as possible. And more people he knew were affected than not - from what he could tell, even Vincent had been hit. It was a tricky sort of accusation to make, but what possibly could have been another explanation for those strange words?
He sighed, drinking a last sip of his evening tea before setting the cup down onto the nearby coffee table. Nonetheless, he had been asked to be host for another evening. And even though he had some apprehensions and misgivings about it all, he still was a little glad that such a kind man was willing to stop by for company again. He just hoped that, perhaps, this time, it wouldn't end up in such a confusing state like the last time. That had been a mess, truly.
A small hum sounded from him while he rose from his seat at the sofa and moved to the kitchen area. Only vaguely did he wonder if Vincent would perhaps want some Assam tea again, and he had been interrupted when he heard a sound at his front door. That couldn't have been him - so soon, when it had been merely four minutes since he shut the lid of that laptop. Then again, it could have been a mere hallucination to his ears. Either way, though, he approached the door cautiously. "Hello....?"
Strange, how 'moving on' seemed to take on a rather darker meaning by entering this city. Not that he was complaining, and while a side of him desperately sought to understand the intense confused reactions he was having, the prospect of 'enjoying' the company of all these people so easily coming into his grasp. He had arrived, yes, but not really in a conventional manner. Oh no, there was something he had to accomplish first, and that involved surprising. Before arriving here, a young boy, eager to serve and be rewarded was given a small present, and that very boy visited Yuuto's door, to hand him that.
This man had been his partner one day, after all, and there was still room to have... a lot more.
The present in question, being a mysterious glowing orb, of a shade of green, was to be handed to Yuuto, and once the distraction was in place, Vincent made his entrance from the balcony, standing behind Yuuto at a distance, arm folded, and leaning against the wall. And then he whispered, "He took his time. That was supposed to get to you sooner." Oh well. All he'd wanted was for the materia to get used to Yuuto's person, but it wasn't like it wouldn't work without that. Perhaps he did have a flair for the dramatic... excuses were excuses, after all.
The visitor had been a strange one - a young boy claiming he had a gift for him, then handing over a glowing orb of green. While he wasn't exactly expecting it, he still smiled graciously as he took it and bid the boy a good evening. By the time the odd boy was gone, he wished he had thought to ask his courier exactly what it was. Yuuto shrugged it off, though, turning back to shut his apartment door and once more wait for his guest's arrival.
He hardly expected to see Vincent already in his apartment, leaning against the wall and rather looking like a cavalier highwayman.
"Ah, Vincent-san," he finally greeted after a moment's blank surprise. He blinked furiously, then a small smile curved his mouth as he approached Vincent. "How did you get in?" He really was curious about it. It wasn't possible for him to have slipped in while he had been talking with the boy... was it?
Oh it was, quite easily so. Vincent's biological makeup had been modified enough for him to break down his own constructed body into creatures other than a human self, a reason to his agelessness and other abilities such as flying. Getting in hadn't been difficult at all. With a shrug to his shoulders, he stepped away from the wall and approached Yuuto slowly, crimson eyes never moving off him.
"You left your window open." no sooner had he said the words that he was behind Yuuto, plucking the materia out of his hand and looking at it. "Pretty, isn't it? It's called a Time materia. Very useful... " His speed was almost unearhtly, and he chuckled tossing it in his hand. "I thought it might be of use to you." As he said the words, he slowly walked up beside Yuuto, and then turned to face him, watching his face, before he smiled, almost cordially.
"Did I make you wait?"
Yuuto had a look of blank shock on his face - how did Vincent move so quickly? His suspicions seemed confirmed, somewhat. There was something odd in how Vincent wouldn't stop staring at him, much less give him such a generous gift. Time materia...? He stared again at the glowing green orb in the other's hand with a slightly puzzled look. Well, he had mentioned materia once before... but, frankly, Yuuto had forgotten about what its specific purpose was. Honestly, now, he was more interested in Vincent and his slightly different behaviour.
When he was once more addressed, he looked up and mustered a polite, gentle smile on his face. "Hardly, Vincent-san. I didn't expect you to turn up so quickly, really...." He turned about, eyes darting from the open window back to Vincent, and then he stepped closer to the sofa. Such closeness... well, he wasn't sure it was necessary. "Please, do sit, Vincent-san," he recommended with a gesture to the cushions.
A small chuckle went past Vincent's lips, and for the while, he did comply, watching Yuuto again before regarding the empty living room. So homely, quiet and perfect really... and flipping the materia once more, he held it between two fingers in his gloved hand, then tilted his head to a side, observing it as though seeing it for the first time, before turning back to Yuuto. "Sit...." His only reply to that, before he moved past Yuuto again, only to come up behind him.
Perhaps, it was a surprising gesture in itself, but as soon as he did pass the man, he didn't wait. His arms moved around his waist, pressing the other man to himself, and he slipped the hand holding the materia against Yuuto's chest, before stopping it right under his throat with a sort of pressure, a low chuckle escaping him.
"I could barely wait, Yuuto-san." the materia was gently rolled over his throat, his jawline, and coming to a stop there, he moved so that his face was close to his ear. "Why don't we skip the formalities and cut to the chase... hm? After all."
A small smirk appeared on his lips. "That's the reason I brought you time." And there, within seconds, he had Yuuto turned around and pushed down against the couch, every action happening so speedily, he was certain he wouldn't give the man any chance to think. It was like being hit by a Berserk spell, really, and now, from his new position, he found himself grinning in an almost predatorial way, a hand pinning him down to the cushions beneath.
"It seems like I'm the first today to have gotten to you, doesn't it."
His suspicions had been more than correct. And he had realised it only too late, when he now was pinned to his own sofa and looking right up at Vincent. He stared up to the other with a shocked sort of look - there was a strange look of a pleased hunter in the other's eyes, and it was unlike anything he would have expected of Vincent. "Gotten to me?" he echoed inquisitively, now frowning with bewilderment. Just what was that supposed to mean?
It seemed as though his body wanted to betray him in this instance. He could feel a certain heat now... a familiar sort of heat, one he knew all too well. And, well, even the idea behind this encounter was one that proved quite alluring to him. "Vincent-san...." No. No, he couldn't do anything just yet.... not without some sort of explanation, at least. "What are you doing?" he asked, staring directly up into those pretty red eyes. Yes, so expressive and richly-hued... no. Couldn't think like that just yet.
He was looking at him. He was looking, specifically, at his eyes and Vincent was oh-so-familiar to that look, so welcomingly right and he could feel the passion that this man had aroused not too long ago build up like a flame yet again. The materia he held, it had been brought just in case Yuuto would decide to struggle, but it looked like it wasn't going to be necessary now... for the while. So he let it slip between his fingers, and land on the pillow beside Yuuto's head.
"I think you've noticed... there are many out to prey on the innocent today. Pitiful, really..." he sighed, almost dramatically and then leaning down, he looked even more steadilly into Yuuto's own light eyes... pretty eyes, prettier than hers... he thought to himself, as he shifted his lower body to gently press firmly against Yuuto's, his intent quite obvious as he slid the hand that had formerly held the materia towards Yuuto's chin, and tilted his face up.
"And now that you know that... what do you think I'm doing... Yuuto?"
There was really no mistaking just what Vincent had in mind, and it was more than obvious when he felt pressure right over his lower body. Yuuto stared up with blank look, tinged with a mild, dull shock, and he tried to think of what to do in this situation. It was clear that his guest wasn't acting normally, and he was almost certain that it had something to do with whatever curse there was circulating about the City that evening. But, this was also a strange set of circumstances. On the one hand, it was wrong on principle, but on the other....
"Vincent-san," he repeated himself, this time his voice riddled with small concern. It felt good, really, it did - and he couldn't deny that Vincent was a handsome man. However... something was off. Quickly, he pushed vincent off, wincing a little as he hit the carpeted floor bwlow with a thud. But soon he was up and moving over to the window. Sure, he would resist that first time, perhaps just as a nicety to the other... but beyond that, he wasn't sure. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, looking to him with a slight frown. He was almost regretting pushing him off now....
The push came with a bit of a surprise to him- Yuuto hadn't seemed to be too adverse to what he was doing, so when the other fell down, he nearly stumbled forward on the couch, but grabbing the backrest, he managed to maintain his balance. His expression changed a bit to a bit of an annoyed one, and slowly moved back so he could stand, moving a hand up to his cape which he swiftly unbuckled and pulled off, casuallyraping it over the couch's back before looking at the blond man. Hard to get... well. He could play that game. After all, he was a mercenary for hire...
Moving an arm over his chest, one gloved hand coming to stroke his chin, Vincent pretended to look thoughtful, before tilting his head, and looking at Yuuto, making sure to keep him in his line of vision.
"Judging from the fact that I am able to move quite correctly... and my health seems intact... I do believe I might be." he replied in a pretend-analytical manner. Then, a small, dark smirk appeared on his lips as he moved, beginning to walk, but within seconds he had vanished and he was in front of Yuuto again, both arms outstretched and pinning him to the wall next to the window, and him, effectively, against it as he looked down at him.
"But what about you, Yuuto?" he asked softly. "You seem almost... flustered."
Flustered... Yuuto wouldn't doubt that he would pe perceived as such, even if it was true. But his eyes were wide only because of the speed with which Vincent had finally approached him. Before he knew it, well, he was trapped by the other against the wall, only willing to stare back up at Vincent while the breeze through the open windows tossed those sheer white curtains beside him. It felt good, yes... but should he continue?
"I'm perfectly fine, Vincent-san," he answered, plastering a gentle, hostly smile on his face. He couldn't go against him physically, lest he ruin the furniture and the apartment in its entirety, but, if Kanoe had been right about certain things, charm was another weapon of his that proved just as effective. "You've really no need to worry about me, although I do appreciate..." He trailed off, barely able to keep his concentration when he saw the moonlight reflect so beautifully in those claret eyes. "... the thought." The dark hair and those eyes, well, it looked a good deal familiar. And, as much as he wanted to deny the warm sensation coursing through him at the thought, he really couldn't refuse it.
Ah, there it was. More admiration, more of that interestingly intense welcome that he saw many a time before. On a normal day, this kind of attention may have gone unnoticed, and if notticed, it might have made the red-eyed man a little more than flustered. But today... it was inviting, and he certainly wasn't going to refuse such a well-set request.
Yuuto was looking more and more attractive by the moment, and he wasn't exactly sure why he would place such an attraction into a man. Somewhere inside, he questioned it, but there were far too many reasons, each sounding more and more stranger than the next until he just pushed them aside.
And when he faltered, he went in for the kill. Not waiting a single moment, keeping his eyes locked with the others, he moved in, lips pressing against the shorter man's and claiming his mouth, and his hands sliding down to grab Yuuto by the shoulders, his right hand sliding down his upper arm, down to his wrist and pinning it back against the wall.
As he thought... Yuuto tasted like a fine cup of tea. And oh would he savor it today. Too bad Highwind wouldn't appreciate it this way.
There was an inherent warmth in the kiss that almost burned with intensity, and Yuuto wasn't at all new to this sort of kiss. And even though he was held rather securely against the wall, Yuuto simultaneously was thinking of exit strategies. Maybe he could go for a three-strikes deal... after all, if it was clear that Vincent was intent on it so much that he would be willing to fight, then he'd be willing to, perhaps, forgive this one transgression. No harm, no foul. Or so he thought.
For a while, he returned the kiss with about as much intensity - a little more than he had intended on a few small occasions - and he found himself lost in a contemplation of the other's skill. Would he still be as good as he had the other time? He shrugged the thought aside when he broke the kiss off, and he allowed himself to stare appreciatively at Vincent. Then his smile twisted into a conspiring smirk, and he slipped free from the other's hold and leapt back.
He eyed Vincent with an almost challenging look once he was at the opposite wall. It was a second try this time. He knew perfectly well that the coat that held that dangerous whip was close by on the coatrack, and slyly, he moved towards it. If need be, he was capable of defending himself.
Heat. There was a pleasant heat that spread through his body at the way they kissed, a heat that had nearly, closely, just about become familiar. How many times by now had he kissed this man, and under different circumstances? It didn't quite make sense, but at the moment, neither was he. The way he returned the kiss was nothing short of passionate and he savored it, before looking at him with a soft gaze- nearly anyway, there was still the predatorial look in his eye the moment he saw that smirk.
Though as soon as Yuuto moved, he had jerked back, expecting an attack, but only to see the blond stand against the other wall. It was attractive, the way he teased him, and from that look he knew he was being played with. Beauty and the Beast in a chase? He liked that thought, and he raised an eyebrow when the other stood watching him and his actions, quietly taking in what he was doing.
There was silence which was broken with a calm chuckle, and Vincent moved slowly, though one could almost compare his slow prowl to a panther's, approaching it's prey. He didn't look too hurried, or tense. Where would he run, anyway?
"It's not nice to tease." were the only words he said, as he continued his advance. What trick would he pull out next, he wondered.
He eyed Vincent as he approached, and Yuuto was reminded of a stealthy panther. It was an image that seemed to fit the other man so well at such a time... he could even hear the rich, melodious growl in Vincent's voice. But Vincent had to have known that even Yuuto had claws. He smiled with an eerie sort of cunning as he produced the bladed whip from the coat on that brass hanger, and soon he had it unfurled and in his hands. If he had to, he would prove to his acquaintance just the sort of power he was going up against.
"Whoever said I was teasing?" he replied with a friendly chuckle. After a moment's pause, a triumphant smirk returned, and he tossed the whip dexterously; within seconds, it had latched onto the other man, coiling around his lower arm tightly. Still keeping a half-smirk, half-smile on his face, he tugged at the whip until it was taut in the air between them. He was almost contemplating whether or not he should pull Vincent to the ground. But drawing it out would be fun, too. Giving one more tug on the whip in jest, he chuckled to himself. Second chance....
In all honesty, the fact that Yuuto would ever harm anyone hadn't even crossed Vincent's mind. The man, while seeming frightfully amoral, seemed a little more gentler than he would give a man credit for. However, there was the fact that he had used that water spell, without an aqualung enemy spell to attack the blob the other day and he was well aware of the kind of negative effects water could do, when used as a magic source.
Which was why , the moment the whip was revealed, he was ready. And as soon as it lashed out, he shot out his arm in a self-defence mechanism, letting the length of it coil around his arm. Oh, good move, good move, he found himself thinking, a dark look entering his eye as he firmly held his arm up. Then, with a calm gesture, he raised his arm so that the whip was taut enough, and he watched Yuuto's face with a calm observation, though the intent in his eyes grew darker as the smirk he was holding back spread over his lips.
"Teasing is the same as playing games like this." the last words remained a hiss, and calmly, he remained where he stood, looking as though he wasn't going to move- however, that misconception was soon destroyed by the fact that he was already working on moving. And move he did, though all he did was turn his fingers towards Yuuto, something yellow glittering in the armlet he had at his wrist. Covered by the whip, but the glow was prominent, and h only whispered one word under his breath, before he aimed his hand in Yuuto's direction, hissing, "Manipulate."
At once, the golden light gathered at the base of his gloved hand and shot out, aiming straight for Yuuto's head. A spell which, if hit, would marionette Yuuto into his hold.
Yuuto frowned in mild confusion as Vincent first bantered with him, and when it seemed a good threat was coming, he pulled on the whip even tighter. There was a certain thrill in the battle, it was true, and somehow he had a mild urge to be competitive in this match. It was almost like a sparring match, in a manner of speaking - but there actually was something at stake. That look in Vincent's eyes was the reminder of such a risk. Pretty eyes, it was certain, even when there was a dark look to them. He found himself looking once more, and he damned himself when he saw a light form near Vincent's hand. He also possessed certain powers.
Just as he had tried to pull the whip back, the light hit him square between the eyes. Instantly, he felt paralysed - his mind willed himself to move, but he found that his body wasn't doing what he ordered. Just what had he done? All he could do was stare at Vincent, wide-eyed surprise on his face as he remained frozen like a statue. Had he merely been paralysed? Or was it something else? "Vincent-san...." He could only breathe out that name and wait it out. Just what would he wait out, though...?
A small chuckle went past his lips before he slowly began to walk again, advancing forward and as the orb continued to glow underneath the whip's wrap, something of a connection made itself known between them. A connection that would fully be made obvious with the sound of Vincent's voice in Yuuto's head, like a gentle caress, and the magic spreading the command into the blond man's conscious, actively thinking for him without letting him think of his actions. Let the whip go, Yuuto.
His own steps were calm, calculated, and really he wasn't seeing any need to hurry. A Mastered Manipulate materia nearly always did it's job, and he as he came closer, he smirked again, motioning casually with his fingers with a 'come here' motion. The command to go with it was obvious. Come closer.
Eight commands. And he would use them well.
That voice - how did it seem as though Vincent's voice was so smooth within his mind? - seemed to be doing all the thinking for him, and he continued to watch with wide eyes as he let go of the whip with loosening fingers. It was a controlling spell, he realised too late. He could only hope that, somehow, he would be freed from such a mental grip sometime soon... even if it was a strange sort of sensation.
And once Vincent motioned him forward with such an easy gesture, that voice in his head urging him, he found he was walking not of his own volition right to the other man. He didn't stop until he was mere inches away from the other, and even still, he watched soundlessly with questioning eyes as he awaited the next move. Yuuto was almost certain that he knew what the nature of the orders would be, but he still was in awe at such power behind the spell under which he now operated. Had he more power than he had even known? More than this? "Vincent-san, what-..." He stopped himself - he wasn't sure why, but he hesitated. This was, in a strange sense, so very interesting.
As Yuuto released the whip, he didn't waste any time in releasing himself from it's grasp. Though it might come in handy later and for the while, he paid attention to where it fell. Six commands left, he smirked when the other approached him, not thinking anymore, but speaking aloud. "It's a Manipulate materia, Yuuto." he told him calmly, even as one hand went to stroke the side of the man's face, carefully tracing a line over the side of his face. He had such pretty features for a man, it reminded him of Wutaians and their delicate, clean appearances. Yuuto, he decided, were he from Gaia, would in all likeliness come from Icicle Town. They had quite the combination there, of mixed heritage after all.
While his left hand remained gloved and covered, he drew his hand back to pull the glove off his right hand. Then, he circled around behind Yuuto, fingers carefully tracing over his jawline, then the side of his neck, and then over the shape of his ear.
"You're quite the catch, you know..." he told him informatively now, as he moved up behind him, pressing his body against his back and sliding an arm around Yuuto's waist, a hand fanning over his chest, sliding downwards over the material of his clothing, caressing him delicately. His voice remained warm as he moved his face up beside Yuuto's ear, speaking softly against it. "I've never been attracted to a man before you." He was still talking, not commanding. Yuuto's body would remain under his control until the eighth mental command came.
He couldn't move. He couldn't move, but he was almost not wanting to. Even though he knew full well he now was under the other man's control, Yuuto still felt a small thrill over it. It was strange, really... but he knew better than to waste his energy in fighting it. Ride it out - that was what he would do. Hell, that was all e could do. And it was really all he wanted to do, when he was faced with such an intense heat. Already, he was feeling a need to shed a layer of clothing, and not purely out of a physical lust.
The touches did feel good, really... he knew for certain that, had he the will over his body, he'd have found himself leaning into those hands. A contemplative look flashed on his face before it was erased by a glossy-eyed sort of lust. "And Vincent-san is rather attractive himself," he replied almost absently, willing himself to move - to do something in return. But he was still in the other man's thrall. He sighed a bit, his lips remaining partly open with desire. Would that he could do something of his own accord.
He wasn't going to let him move, at least not yet and his hand, continuing to move over his stomach and downwards, toyed at the edge of his belt and pants, slipping his shirt free, and moving his thumb along the waistband. But he didn't go any further than that, bunching the shirt in his hand until it was completely out and his other hand teasingly stroked his side. It was obvious he was just doing this to tease himself and he moved his lips over the side of Yuuto's exposed neck, inhaling his scent and chuckling softly. "Strange... you seemed to like running as though I was going to hurt you." A flash of gold went through his own eyes, a warning sign, but not a dangerous one- after all, he wouldn't limit break with Chaos anymore. But there was a limit, and he drew his hand over Yuuto's chin and lower lip, tilting his face back and grazing his teeth over his neck.
"Did you think I would bite?" he asked teasingly as he gave a silent command to his body. Turn around and hold me. He wanted to see his face now.
A gasp almost left him when he felt teeth running along his neck. Yuuto knew he was being teased, and even though he was a touch frustrated with not being able to move, he had to admit it was a pleasing sensation that ran down his spine. And, honestly, those hands on him felt very welcoming. Whatever words Vincent had said a moment ago had sounded merely like sounds - he wasn't listening with a readily attentive mind, and he wasn't about to do so any time soon if Vincent kept it up. But he could hear that command clearly in his mind.... How could it be that his voice was just so rich and deep in his mind?
Only moments later did he feel the strain upon his body as it moved of its own volition to turn about. He could see such a cunning look in Vincent's eyes - a look like a wolf had, to be honest - and although it should have, perhaps, intimidated him, it was strangely very attractive. He didn't mind one bit when his arms moved to settle around the other's waist, and he really hadn't paid any attention as he did so. The look on the other's face was what took his attention so. He almost seemed to be enthralled with it all - different, even from the one time that they both had been cursed. "What did you have in mind?" he asked in a faltering voice. That wasn't a smart question, really, if he already knew the answer.
Vincent's amusement grew in his eyes as he looked at how Yuuto was behaving. So subservient, so willing... he wondered if he was just doing that as an effect of the spell, or if he was seriously, more than seriously interested in him than he was letting on. Not that he was complaining, if he'd given in easily, it wouldn't have been fun at all.
His hand rose to caress the side of his face as he looked at him, tilting his head to a side as though considering what he just said, before he smirked and drew his face closer, the raven bangs falling out of his headband brushing playfully against Yuuto's forehead as he lowered his own face to trace his lips over the upper part of his eyebrows.
"Surely you can imagine what I desire to do? But I'm patient..." He stopped moving his face, until his lips were close to the side of Yuuto's mouth, and his hand tilting his face towards him. How much do YOU want me to do what I'm asking you to imagine? Answer honestly~ an open ended command. He was enjoying this too much, and it was obvious in the touch of amusement his mental voice held.
He knew very well just what the intent was behind those actions, those advances. Yuuto certainly wasn't stupid to these sorts of things, and he had been in such a situation more than enough times to know what to do. The only problem was that he couldn't do much, if anything, while he was under this spell Vincent had cast upon him. It was a shame, for the most part, but at the same time, he remained curious as to just what the other would do to put him through his paces.
And it seemed as though he wasn't the only one gaining some sense of entertainment from this, although it was clear that Vincent was entirely amused.
How much did he want done...? In such an instance, he normally would have said something to the effect of assuring the other he could do as he wished - "do what you will" or some cousin of the phrase. But to answer honestly and to answer courteously were sometimes two different things. He looked up to Vincent with a calm, placid stare. Answer honestly. He didn't have the upper hand now. "As much as you can," he replied in a strangely breathy voice - answer honestly, he said, and inflection was part of it. Vaguely, though, excitement showed in his eyes, and he waited for the responce patiently. Hopefully, things would go the way it should.
As much as he could, hm? There was something in that response that made him even more eager to just break the spell and let Yuuto do what he wanted, and sliding his hands down and over his shirt, he deftly unbutoned his top, looking as though it were but a casual thing to do, to undress a man while having him in his hold this way.
His fingers then moved over the bared flesh, brushing over his chest and over his collarbone, before he drew back his hand, and then flicked his finger under his chin to tip his face up and steal a kiss, chuckling softly in his throat as he looked into Yuuto's eyes. "Thank you for the invitation."
The answer was more than pleasing, and another command came just as swiftly, his fourth, which left him with another four. Lead us somewhere private. A bedroom, perhaps. I'd rather have this sight of you to myself than to anything else. it was a command to move, of course, and just as swiftly he drew back, giving Yuuto space to make his way wherever he sought best for his own privacy.
For the second try Vincent had, he was doing such a good job that even he was willing to let it slide and continue on. Then again, he still had small misgivings making their presence felt in the back of his mind. But Yuuto was also adept at ignoring such hindrances at times, and it was a talent that came in handy right about now. They were mere distractions, and not the sort he particularly preferred.
The kinds he did prefer, thought, were currently taking shape within the other man he had in the same room, barely two metres away. At the thought, he straighened the collar of his now open button-down shirt and shot Vincent the shadow of a knowing, planning smile.
He couldn't refuse the sound of those words in his mind, not even if he did have the will to do so. Turning around a moment to overlook the living room area, he paused there a moment and seemed to contemplate over the demand with his back turned. Then he swiftly took a hold of Vincent's wrist and led him down the corridor, pausing only to open the door that led into his bedroom before stepping in. Once he was certain the other was also within the confines, he shut the door behind them and took to leaning against the door casually. He only had to wait now for the next order.
He followed, far too interested with the effects this curse was having on him, and on his victim so to speak. Yuuto was an interesting man, even outside of the cursed days, though this was one time that was hard for him to comprehend how fully the curses had taken him. This one, in particular, was preying on a side of him that was more than thirty years prior to the present, and he believed dead. It was a strange time, but also... not unwelcome.
But then he was younger, and also more noble. There was no chance of him ever using a manipulate materia (or having a mastered one, in this case) to get what he'd wanted, thinking it far below his person to do it. However, the way Yuuto was looking at him right now, the dishevelled look to the normally kept man was more than a motivator for the next command. The sixth one.
Come here then... and undress me until I tell you not to go any further. there was a reason for that, and he moved a hand to the headband he wore, undoing the wrap's clasp and letting the sash unswirl itself from around his forehead, shaking his dark hair free from it's former confine, as he now looked at the man approaching him, letting the fabric slide down his side, to pool onto the floor. If he had his way, it wouldn't be very long until Yuuto too, was melting the very same way at his own touch.
Still with such a wisened smile on his face, Yuuto did approach the other man with slow, deliberate steps. By this time, the commands weren't all that bad. By this time, these same commands, would they have been mere suggestions, would have been followed with nothing less than enthusiasm on his part. By this time.... He stopped his thoughts just then, still keeping a slow pace while accomplishing the first objective of what he had been commanded to do. Once he was quite closer than most people should be, he had to pause and stare again at Vincent.
It had to have been the sash at his forehead... it had such a pesky tendency to block a good deal of the handsomeness of his face. Even while his hands absently worked to remove that cloak, he hadn't focused his attentions on much else besides those striking features. His smile of patience remained steady while the cloak dropped in a rustle of fabric, and, as though they knew what to do, his hands moved to push up the shirt underneath that and then work to getting it off, as well. Halfway there, once he had that off and mingling with the pile of clothes on the floor.
Allowing Yuuto to come close, this close, was something that they had already accomplished prior to this event, though there was the fact that he hadn't quite felt this power-hungry in a while. Seeing Yuuto approach him with that look was more than just arousing, though he did a good job in maintaining self-control while he undressed him. As Yuuto kept his gaze on him, Vincent couldn't help but allow himself to blush a little, probably owing to the darkness of the room where it wouldn't be so visible. As the man began to push his shirt off, he reached down and grabbed Yuuto's hand as though to stop him, though he did raise his own right hand and tugging on the covers of the gloves' fingers, he pulled off his right glove and holding it between his teeth for a bit, he reached for it with his hand and then let it drop to the floor, on top of the cape.
Now, as dishevelled as his partner, he raised Yuuto's left hand to his lips, brushing his lips over the palm and the underside of it, keeping a coy gaze on his face and he smirked, before he leaned close and whispered, Kiss me... and spread yourself on the bed. Undo your clothing, but don't remove it and display yourself to me. with that, he made two commands, which once accomplished, would release Yuuto from the materia's hold, the materia which still cast a soft yellow glow from his armlet, now that the spell's effects were dying down.
The command was too much to resist, even if the spell hadn't been there. So his hormones were, perhaps, getting the better of him. So what? It was difficult not to do as ordered, and the situation wasn't helping matters there. His hands involuntarily moved to capture Vincent's face, and even before he knew it, he had started a kiss on the other's lips that left little to the imagination. With such a distraction, he hardly seemed to notice that he had moved to the bed now, pulling the other along with him. Once he was there, he broke the kiss off, looking up with a peaceful expression. That hadn't felt that bad, really.
Yuuto's hands worked deftly at the buckle to his belt, and within a manner of seconds, he had that open, showing more below his navel than was suitable for situations other than this. The moment he had finished, it felt as though a large weight had been lifted off him - a sense of freedom seemed to overcome him as he lie there with Vincent hovering over him. His eyes briefly widened with comprehension. The spell had been lifted. .... Now what?
As he returned the kisses, he found himself being pulled alongwith him and this time, he didn't hesitate in fervently returning the heated liplocks, though he did keep himself a careful distance away so the other would be able to do the next part of his spell command, which of course, was displaying himself to him the way one would display a lover, of course. Not that they hadn't already gone ahead from that, but the way Yuuto was to do it was a manner in which he was actually looking forward to satisfying a fantasy.
And the materia stopped it's glow, gently fading away, and Vincent pulled away only to pin his arms to the sides of Yuuto's body, admiring the sexy sight beneath him.
He was a beautiful man, there was no other word. From his open shirt, to his pants, now revealing a part of him that looked more than delicious to behold, his own wolfish instincts burned with want as he lowered his face to Yuuto again, looking deeply into his eyes, and stole a soft kiss from his lips, before drawing back.
"Do you still wish for me to continue... doing whatever I want?" his smirk was still settled on his lips, and even as he spoke, he carefully trailed a hand, downwards, until it was brushing over that member with a teasing caress. Eyes glinting with lust, he cupped the underside of the shaft beneath him, before letting it go, to be a tease, and chuckled in his throat.
The touch was quite the tease, really - not that Yuuto truly minded, of course, but it was certainly making the decision harder. Or was it easier? At this point, he couldn't tell, and he knew he wanted to feel more of it, no matter what. But then there was that little misgiving in the back of his mind, the one that told him that this perhaps wasn't such a good idea. Maybe it wasn't. But, well, people made mistakes very often... right?
And it was such a tempting mistake to make, he realised as he felt Vincent's mouth upon his, and then felt fingertips brush along a very sensitive area.
His sigh filled with pleasure left him too soon, but he still looked up to the other with a gentle smile. Strange how, even with the shade provided by that thick, raven-coloured hair, that those eyes still seemed to glow with such a pretty shade of carmine. His answer seemed to be delayed by just looking up at them, and soon, his smile grew fractionally wider. No, no going back now. Without prelude, he pulled himself up with arms coiled around Vincent's neck and started a deep, passionate kiss. Once he was done, he pulled back and grinned patiently at the other. "What do you think?"
A smile appeared on his face, one that really wasn't filled with any sort of pure intent but the kind that had led them into this situation in the first place. As his fingers continued to stroke up the man's length, he couldn't help but be bedazzled by his hazel gaze. That submissive expression and that wanton kiss was doing nothing but motivate the dark urges the City had put into it's cycle today. And perhaps, n some way, some side of him needed this release.
As his hand slid down the other's length, only stopping to push his trousers down and off, Vincent leaned down to kiss over his throat, chuckling darkly as he whispered, "Speaking, in this case, is overrated." And not allowing the other to give him a response for it with words, he let their mouths do it for them- meeting and toying with his tongue within, while his body moved over the other's, flush against each other in a charged passion meant for this one night.
And even then, he couldn't help but be amused, that out of all of the choices here... Yuuto just happened to be the one he would always consider the best in flavor.