Irresolu
By
Seiya Kou
Cid and Vincent lay in bed, naked, warm, holding each other close after a night of incredible lovemaking. Vincent was in a very deep sleep; “So sensuous….somehow I always tire him out,” thought the pilot. He nuzzled up close to the sleeping vampire and gently kissed his forehead. “Vincent,” the voice was his own indeterminate whisper. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen….have ever touched….have ever loved….” In response, the thinner man shivered and unconsciously drew himself closer to Cid’s muscular warmth. The mechanic let out a sigh of pleasure and proceeded to slowly trace his calloused fingertips over Vincent’s fine, pale features. They made their way up to entangle themselves in the soft liquid ink of his lover’s hair. The lips parted softly; asleep, even the vampire knew he was going to be kissed. Cid kissed him, barely touching the sweet lips that waited, which hungered. He’d remembered the time Vincent had bit him and pulled away, a faint trace of rosy rosy red on the corner of his mouth. He’d kissed that away too, a metallic, dulling taste, which to his lover was probably manna and honey. Even then, the arms clung to him and begged security. Hojo’s scars were still visible; on occasion, some still opened to scream. Cid held him close and pressed his lips to the marble curve of the shoulder. And in one swift motion, moved his hand to the back of Vincent’s skull and broke his neck.
Fin.