Next Round (7/7)

“I think we need to talk,” Vincent started before he even closed the door behind him.

Sephiroth snorted and Reno rolled his eyes.

“Sit,” Sephiroth ordered and Reno made sure it was carried out. He pushed the chair behind Vincent and then pushed Vincent into it.

“We talked,” Sephiroth said, looking at Reno.

“And we’ve come up with a solution,” Reno continued, a smile playing on his lips as he walked away from his lover and next to someone who was slowly becoming his friend.

All the while, Vincent remained seated, eyes travelling from one of his soon to be not lovers anymore to the other.

“It’s unfair of us to ask you to choose.” Sephiroth crossed his arms over his chest, then shook his long hair out of his face.

Vincent was going to miss it. He was going to miss him. He wanted to say it first but, since obviously all three of them thought the same thing, he was willing to let them have it their way.

He owed them as much.

“So we won’t,” Reno continued, stepping closer to Sephiroth, still smiling.

Vincent slowly sunk into his chair. He was going to miss Reno too. Slowly, he started to realize how much that hurt. How fucking agonizing it was and it was unfair inflicting the same wound on both of them too.

It did burn that the two of them took it so lightly. Vincent actually thought he’d meant at least a bit more than so little that they could both dump him with a smile.

Reno and Sephiroth cast their glances aside, exchanging them for a second before returning them both on Vincent.

“So, we have decided to share,” Sephiroth said.

And there it came… wait… what?!

“Under one condition,” Sephiroth continued, one eyebrow slowly travelling up just before he looked at Reno again. The small smile on Reno’s face slowly disappeared and the Turk blinked, not quite sure where this was going anymore.

Then he grinned, slowly understanding that he, perhaps, should just go with the flow and see what the general had come up with. Then he figured it and his grin grew wider. Trust a SOLDIER… right.

His eyes travelled back onto Vincent and he pointed his finger first towards Sephiroth then towards himself.

“We get to play as well.” He even winked as a cherry on top and Vincent had a distinct feeling he was about to faint.

“No,” he said and shook his head, rising from the chair and pushing it away. “No, I’m…” he tried, voice frantic. “I can’t let you ruin…”

Some things never died, and Vincent believing his actions would be the doom of those he loved the most was one of them. He tried to compose himself, he had to explain how wrong this was, sacrificing themselves, their freedoms, for him; how much they were going to hate him in the end.

To Sephiroth and Reno, though, it was obvious they were losing Vincent before they even had a chance to explain. Reno, being the one to act before thinking almost all the time, kept on moving his head from one side to another until he decided that normal actions were not enough and drastic measures were to be pulled. He grabbed Sephiroth’s face and pushed his lips onto his with force.

Sephiroth didn’t respond at first, not quite sure what had just happened, but since Reno had already made the first step, all he could do was follow, crashing their lips together, two pairs of hands lost in all that hair.

“Shit…” was all that Vincent managed to say before falling quiet, the chair being in his way by pure accident. He remained sitting, his eyes, as well as mouth, open wide, positive that Reno sucking Sephiroth’s lower lip as the other grabbed his thighs and pulled him up to carry him to the sofa was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever witnessed.

Then they separated their mouths, Reno grinning at Vincent, who audibly gulped.

“Coming?” he asked. Then Sephiroth took off his shirt.

Vincent was… as though petrified. He remained sitting, all the excuses and apologies long gone from his half fried brain. All he could do was witness Sephiroth carry Reno as though he was as light as a feather (which, when compared to Sephiroth’s strength, wasn’t an exaggeration) to the sofa.

Sephiroth seated himself, Reno’s legs still wrapped around his waist tightly. The shirt was still hanging from behind him, stuck between his back and Reno’s legs, but it didn’t matter. Then Reno did what he was good at – showed how flexible he actually was. He let his body fall down onto Sephiroth’s legs, which made the silver haired man hurry up with pushing his hands under the shirt, pulling it up, or down in this case, the hell if that mattered.

And, being like that, Vincent could see Reno’s erection nice and clear, a very obvious bulge formed under his jeans. Sephiroth decided to unbutton them while Reno fought with pulling the shirt over his head.

He pulled himself up then, once again losing his hands in all that silver hair, lips on lips, both of their breathing growing louder.

Vincent still didn’t move. Though, he did feel his throat dry completely. He couldn’t swallow anymore, nor did he blink. He just stared as Reno pushed Sephiroth down, making a show out of touching every part of that skin then finally pulling his hand into his pyjama bottoms, which offered a much easier access than his own clothes.

He couldn’t really see much, but the view was still enough to fry the rest of his brain. Reno’s arm moved up and down, bent at the elbow and Sephiroth’s eyes shot up under his lids while he moaned in the rhythm of Reno’s hand. Vincent was certain he was going to lose it. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could outmatch this sight.

Sephiroth groaned at last, stopping Reno’s hand with his own, and placing his other at the back of Reno’s neck, pulling him into another violent kiss. He growled as it ended. “I want to get inside you.” Just the tone of that voice made Reno close his eyes, moan and bend his neck backwards. His lips spread into a little and far too devious smile.

“Vincent knows where we keep the lube,” he said and two pairs of eyes turned their full attention to one very pale gunman.

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He was still weak. Too weak not to use every minute available for sleeping. His body needed it. It was not something specific that he could actually point his finger onto, but the overall sum of little things created this feeling of… numbness even.

Reno had told him they’d found him, naked an unconscious, in some church in the slums. That was… weird. He didn’t really remember any churches but the Turk was obviously not lying so he’d taken it for granted and decided to wait for a right time to ask Vincent about it.

So, in short, he was still feeling in every way like a newborn child that needed nothing but a lot of food and a lot more sleep. Except, of course, he was not a child but a very stubborn and determined war hero.

Last night had taken its toll. He hadn’t slept much due to worry. He knew Vincent too well not to worry. Since he’d left, Sephiroth had had a certain feeling that he might have been lost to them for good. It was not really a cheerful and easy situation that would make sleep an easy task.

And then, of course, instead collapsing on the sofa for twenty hours straight, he’d done one of the craziest things in his life (the years wiped out of his memory included, according to what he’d been told about them) and, as shameless as he was, he loved every minute of it.

Well, not at first. At first it had simply been a desperate action to make Vincent stop his frantic rambling about how, woe is he, he didn’t deserve anything good in his life. Then, besides being carried away with the situation, he’d… felt it.

Actually, Vincent had felt it, Sephiroth had simply gathered it, almost losing control due to the strength of the emotion. Vincent had truly, honestly never seen anything more arousing in his life.

It had been a hard thing to deny, which had made it into an unfair fight. Vincent had no idea how much he actually owned him and that terrified Sephiroth.

And, so it had begun, this entire charade they’d eventually (if lucky) be able to call a household. It would practically make far too many enemies but, truthfully, Sephiroth couldn’t give a shit.

And Reno wasn’t all that bad. Once his mouth had been put to a different use than talking, he’d become a rather interesting companion. Of course, the fact how much he actually cared for Vincent had been too obvious in the Turk’s eyes and he had, as well, a very hard time denying it.

In short, they were screwed, they had screwed, and Sephiroth was too. fucking. tired. for having to listen to whoever that idiot that kept on making all that noise and waking him up was.

His head shot up, a deadly glare made even more murderous for this situation, only then he realized Vincent was still between his arms, sleeping. He froze instantly, not wanting to wake him up because, as idiotic as it sounded, Sephiroth loved watching him sleep.

Slowly this time, he craned his head towards the most annoying cracking sound, only to end up looking at Reno, sitting at the table and merrily munching the forgotten cookies from a bowl. Sephiroth winced, remembering with what perfection he'd made them, and for what? For this idiotic Turk to trash them all into an ugly yellow plastic bowl and torture him far too early for this shit.

And... what was...?

“In the name of all the gods,” Sephiroth whispered, finally getting Reno’s attention. “What is this... thing you're wearing?”

Reno shot him the most devious smile Sephiroth had privilege to see (and he hadn’t forgotten Zack, no). “Cookie?”

Sephiroth really considered getting up an option, but simply because he wouldn’t have minded killing someone right now. That someone was, of course, a foul mouthed Turk dressed in something pink and scary enough to send a lesser man running away screaming.

Vincent fussed and Sephiroth instantly warned Reno to be quiet, but then he remained sleeping and Sephiroth exhaled with relief.

Waiting a few more moments, Reno got up, bowl in his hand, and walked towards the sofa. And, dear god, what was that? It was pink. And frilly. Some parts looked like lace, others like feathers, and there even seemed to be fur attached. And it was pink. Painfully pink. Horribly pink. And the belt had little pink fur balls attached to it; twenty of them at least.

It was something, Sephiroth thought, that would even make him question his manhood, but Reno wore it… surprisingly good.

It was the first moment that Sephiroth had actually started questioning his sanity for agreeing to this.

Reno definitely wasn’t as careful in trying not to wake Vincent up, but he was still silent enough as he climbed to the sofa next to them. He crossed his legs and placed the bowl between them.

“Gonna make me fat, yo,” he whispered, mouth full, voice teasing.

Sephiroth just raised his eyebrow, slowly turning his body to the side, facing Reno. He did his best to pull his arm from under Vincent and somehow elbow himself.

“Forgive me for being blunt, but if the two of you stay the same weight in one year’s time, I shall start putting quinacrine into the food.” Reno laughed but Sephiroth remained serious. “What were you thinking? I am not amused when I can count your ribs through your clothes.”

Reno’s only reaction, besides taking a handful of cookies, was raising his eyebrows. “Yes, mother.”

Sephiroth visibly winced, but before he could muster the power to say something, Vincent responded. “Don’t even joke like that.”

“You’re awake?” Reno asked, surprised, as two pairs of eyes instantly landed on Vincent.

Sephiroth shifted, now more freely knowing that Vincent was awake, but he didn’t get far as a hand snaked over his waist and pulled him closer. Sephiroth patted the black mess that was Vincent’s hair and even managed a smile when a pair of red eyes emerged from underneath it, blinking a few times.

“Morning,” Vincent whispered, corners of his lips curled that it looked as though he almost smiled.

For a short second, Sephiroth glanced at Reno and noticed the Turk was mentally pulling away, looking somewhat hurt, jealous even. It was not that visible but that didn’t make it any less obvious.

It was, perhaps, a first sign of this not working. Whoever said that jealousy could be stopped by agreement alone?

And then, there was the fact of Sephiroth knowing, no matter how much he tried, that it might never work even from his side. The thing was, he knew in his heart, besides loving Vincent, that Vincent deserved a happy ending and Sephiroth was willing to die in the process of giving him that, if need be.