Vincent Valentine.

“A mystical man, stern and upright while at the same time dark and mysterious...” [Verses. Indie FFVII role-play account. Multi-fandom, multi-ship, multi-verse. WILL be NSFW. Writer and character are of age.]

[thisismypunishment]

Got it memorized~?

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno presses himself up against Vincent, a growl rumbling up from his chest. It’s a messy bite, blood dribbling from the edges of his mouth — A hand sliding up to tangle in the other’s hair.

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There’s a grunt, head tipping into the hand.  Deep gaze falling shut as he feels the blood trickling down his throat.  

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno doesn’t have it in him to yell at Vincent. His hands curl into the vampire’s clothes — Shoving the fellow EXTurk into the wall. His gaze is dark as he leans in, fangs finding purchase in Vincent’s neck.

[thisismypunishment]

Vincent curls one hand into Reno’s shirt, there’s a low noise that leaves him – but he merely lets the other feed and satisfy his hunger.

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno doesn’t realize he’s drawing closer to the door until his hand is pressed against it. Throat dry, fangs fully extended. His tongue runs over his lower lip, fingers curling around the chair to toss it away — Before the door is tugged open.

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Vincent does another thing that will get him yelled at – he brings his bleeding thumb up – pressing it to Reno’s lips, and smears the red liquid across it.  But the thumb will remain connected to the corner of the ExTurk’s mouth.

[haidaspicciare]

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno’s throat goes drier than it already was and he makes a low noise — Hands curling into fists until his nails break skin. “V-Vin…”

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The scent is only growing stronger as the drop of blood increases in size and drips onto the floor.  The process is slowly beginning to repeat.  Vincent is doing this for Reno.  And in his eyes, there’s no wrong about helping out another he considers one of his own.  

[wereclockinoutearly]

"I can’t control it," Reno hissed, sinking down onto his bed — jaw sore from his fangs.

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Vincent knows that he will probably get yelled at for what he’s about to do – but he doesn’t care.  Lifting his thumb to his mouth, he nicks the thick pad with a sharp tooth – the scent of blood spilling into the air.  

[wereclockinoutearly]

"I… I don’t—" He swallowed hard, hands fisting in his hair. "I don’t want to hurt anyone."

[thisismypunishment]

“You won’t.  If you pick the right people to take your feeding from.  Ones that will replenish faster than you can drain them.”  He glances towards the door.  “And you know I’ll help, I have before, I will again.”

[wereclockinoutearly]

"I can damn well try," He hissed — Pacing back and forth. His hands flexed, before pushing through his hair. He was so fucking thirsty, to the point it hurt.

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“The longer you ignore it, the hungrier you’ll get – you’ll eventually starve and possibly die, Reno.  None of us want that.”  He was making a point and the redhead would know it.  Could he fathom being without those he cared about?  Or even worse, them being without him?

[wereclockinoutearly]

"Shitshitshit—" Reno swore violently, grimacing as he felt his fangs extend. Hissing lightly, he retreated into his room — Kicking the door shut and barricading it. He didn’t want anyone coming in, not now — Not when he knew he’d end up hurting them.

[thisismypunishment]

“You can’t hide from the thirst forever.”  Vincent speaks in his low tone, though the words are calm.  He is against the other side of the barricaded door, wondering if Reno can hear him.

[wereclockinoutearly]

His back arches, free hand curling into the sheets. “Vincent~” He keens slightly, head tipping back to expose the pale column of his neck.

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There’s a sharp nip, straight to the pulse-point.  Before he utters something in a husky murmur, his hand stops in its ministration.  “Yes, Reno?”

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno’s hips buck into Vincent’s hand, letting out a soft noise into the kiss. He tangled his hand more into the Vampire’s hair, giving a tug. Breaking the kiss reluctantly for air, he lets his head fall back against the bed.

[thisismypunishment]

Vincent lets out a hiss – nipping at Reno’s lower lip with his fangs and then giving a few harder jerks of his hand, crimson hues nearly black.

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno’s back arches slightly as nails drag over various scars and whatnot. The Vampire gives a pleased hiss against Vincent’s lips before deepening the kiss, licking into the crimson’s mouth.

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His hands grip into those cargo pants, yanking them down just enough – before one wraps around the base of Reno’s erection – pumping – as their tongues twist and twirl.  His own growl rumbling up from his chest.  

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno eases off of his elbows, flumping onto his back softly — One of his hands still curled into Vincent’s hair. He grazes his fangs over the fellow Vampire’s lower lip with a low growl.

[thisismypunishment]

A tremor works down Vincent’s back – hands moving, dull nails clawing down the exposed torso of the ExTurk.  Leaving lovely red welts.

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno tips his head up to look at Vincent, blue gaze a few shades darker than usual. He tugs the fellow Vampire onto the bed before the other can leave, catching him in a slightly heated kiss.

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Vincent curls his hands into Reno’s shoulders, reciprocating the kiss – the taste of Reno’s blood was still warm on his tongue.  

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno can’t stop a soft noise from tumbling from his lips, one of his hands curling into Vincent’s hair as goosebumps skitter along his skin — His head tipping back just a bit.

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His eyes fall shut as the blood is now running through his veins.  There is a warmth that spikes through his back, he pops his fangs free after he’s done drinking, licking the wound clean.  

[wereclockinoutearly]

Reno’s quiet for a moment, running his tongue over the back of one of his fangs. Leaning back on his hands again, he watches Vincent — Surprisingly calm. “Then drink,” He murmurs after a moment, head tilting a bit.

[thisismypunishment]

His fangs make an appearance.  While he was admiring Reno’s neck, he moves and drops to his knees.  Working his hands to free the ExTurk’s cargo pants from his hips, he tugged them down just far enough, before he leaves a strip of moisture – fangs scraping over the flesh – and then sinking in.