Final Fantasy VII (Chaos/Vincent)
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kinkfestTitle: Mirror Mirror
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: monster mindsex, masturbation
Word count: 995
Summary: Chaos tries to gain complete control through sex.
Prompt: #14. Final Fantasy VII, Chaos/Vincent: Xenoform, mind sex - "we are two sides of the same coin"
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Mirror, Mirror
We are two sides of the same coin, the voice snarled in his mind.
“I am not like you,” Vincent said, flinching against the growing pain that consumed his trembling body, “and I never will be, no matter how many Jenova cells or how much mako they injected into me.”
Soon, I will become strong enough to destroy you.
“You can’t destroy me. You are me, and I will find a way to overcome you.”
The monster laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in his head and redoubled his pain. It doesn’t have to be this way. We don’t have to be enemies when we can be one, so powerful humans will kneel before us.
“I don’t want…” The protomateria weakened, leaving Vincent to wonder what had happened to damage it and if it could continue to hold back the beast within. If he couldn’t control the monster, it would use him and evolve him until he wasn’t even a shadow of his former human self.
Pain lanced through his chest, throbbed in time with each beat of his heart. A red glow surrounded one hand, both hands, wrapped around him until it consumed him. And somewhere between heaven and hell, the pain grew so powerful it turned to pleasure, pleasure that hurt so bad it made him scream.
We are one, the creature whispered.
The tickle in his mind spread throughout his body like the touch of fingertips, of nails scraped lightly across his skin. It morphed into an ache that settled in his cock and echoed into his balls. Vincent tensed, resisting the urge to take himself in hand and milk himself until the pain passed. He wouldn’t give the creature inside him that pleasure. If it wanted him, it would have to take him on its own.
Grinding his teeth against the growing erection, Vincent staggered to his feet. There had to be a way to will it back into the dark sleep it struggled against, a way to keep it inactive until he could discover the means to free himself from its clutches.
The throb in his cock dragged him back to the reality of the control Chaos held over him. He could almost imagine the thick, clawed fingers wrapped around him, the slime-covered tongue wet and warm against his pulsing flesh.
He lurched to one side as a powerful burst of pleasure spread into his abdomen, setting flame to his body. When his balance failed, he dropped to one knee, clutched at his belt until he managed to unclasp the buckle and free himself.
His cock no longer looked human as it bulged and grew within his hands. “You couldn’t control me with pain. You can’t control me with pleasure.”
Biting back the cry that rose to his lips, he pumped himself until his hands felt slick with his own fluids. He labored to breathe, labored against the growing pain in his chest. He didn’t have long until the beast consumed him and he was Chaos forever.
Focus. He had to focus, had to keep his grip on that one bit of reality left to him: he could still feel pleasure.
Dropping onto the cold, tiled floor, he pressed his back against the stark, metal wall, never releasing his grip on his penis. It was an effort to gain control of his breathing, but at the first stroke against his cock, he breathed in. With the next stroke, he breathed out. In. Out. In. Out.
Not without me you don’t. The monster laughed again and Vincent felt pressure against his ass, as if the beast had entered him from behind. And while he knew it was impossible, knew that it could only manifest physically through him, he couldn’t help but gasp against the phantom pressure inside him, couldn’t ignore the pain mixed with pleasure, or the trembling it had set to motion in his quivering cock.
The poundings in his chest turned to palpitations. He pitched sideways, his vision blurred. The fingers encircling his cock tingled a second before they lost strength; he felt them replaced by a more powerful, more skilled touch.
It worked him with surprising gentleness, reaching behind his cock to stroke his balls with a loving touch. Vincent squirmed, struggling to press his legs together against the rising pleasure. If it took him, he belonged to it…forever.
The muscles in his abdomen tensed, but he fought it, blinked until his vision cleared, breathed deeply until he could think.
The moment he regained feeling in his hands, he was able to push the adversarial touch aside. He could feel it inside him, taunting and tempting him from within. It pressed against his mind and his heart, against his cock, stirring the most primitive urges Vincent had ever known.
All he had left was the feel of his hands as he stroked himself, as he made himself hard. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the sensations, each fondle drawing his fingers closer to the weeping head.
He came with a rumble inside, the monster in his mind screaming in orgasmic release. There was surprisingly little physical release—a minor spasm, a tremble—and then he was done, still caught up in the need for release.
He knew where he could get it…if he had the strength to push himself up from the floor. But, first he listened, to the lingering roar of the beast, to the regular beat of his heart. And, then, tucking himself back into his pants, he rose and buckled his belt, leaning against the wall until he got his balance.
He’d won again, but each time he fought the monster, it became stronger. It was growing more difficult to hold his own with the creature, the protomateria would ultimately fail. And, now, with this latest trick, he had to be prepared for anything. It was growing, it was learning his weaknesses.
It was difficult to imagine what the beast might try next.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: monster mindsex, masturbation
Word count: 995
Summary: Chaos tries to gain complete control through sex.
Prompt: #14. Final Fantasy VII, Chaos/Vincent: Xenoform, mind sex - "we are two sides of the same coin"
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Mirror, Mirror
We are two sides of the same coin, the voice snarled in his mind.
“I am not like you,” Vincent said, flinching against the growing pain that consumed his trembling body, “and I never will be, no matter how many Jenova cells or how much mako they injected into me.”
Soon, I will become strong enough to destroy you.
“You can’t destroy me. You are me, and I will find a way to overcome you.”
The monster laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in his head and redoubled his pain. It doesn’t have to be this way. We don’t have to be enemies when we can be one, so powerful humans will kneel before us.
“I don’t want…” The protomateria weakened, leaving Vincent to wonder what had happened to damage it and if it could continue to hold back the beast within. If he couldn’t control the monster, it would use him and evolve him until he wasn’t even a shadow of his former human self.
Pain lanced through his chest, throbbed in time with each beat of his heart. A red glow surrounded one hand, both hands, wrapped around him until it consumed him. And somewhere between heaven and hell, the pain grew so powerful it turned to pleasure, pleasure that hurt so bad it made him scream.
We are one, the creature whispered.
The tickle in his mind spread throughout his body like the touch of fingertips, of nails scraped lightly across his skin. It morphed into an ache that settled in his cock and echoed into his balls. Vincent tensed, resisting the urge to take himself in hand and milk himself until the pain passed. He wouldn’t give the creature inside him that pleasure. If it wanted him, it would have to take him on its own.
Grinding his teeth against the growing erection, Vincent staggered to his feet. There had to be a way to will it back into the dark sleep it struggled against, a way to keep it inactive until he could discover the means to free himself from its clutches.
The throb in his cock dragged him back to the reality of the control Chaos held over him. He could almost imagine the thick, clawed fingers wrapped around him, the slime-covered tongue wet and warm against his pulsing flesh.
He lurched to one side as a powerful burst of pleasure spread into his abdomen, setting flame to his body. When his balance failed, he dropped to one knee, clutched at his belt until he managed to unclasp the buckle and free himself.
His cock no longer looked human as it bulged and grew within his hands. “You couldn’t control me with pain. You can’t control me with pleasure.”
Biting back the cry that rose to his lips, he pumped himself until his hands felt slick with his own fluids. He labored to breathe, labored against the growing pain in his chest. He didn’t have long until the beast consumed him and he was Chaos forever.
Focus. He had to focus, had to keep his grip on that one bit of reality left to him: he could still feel pleasure.
Dropping onto the cold, tiled floor, he pressed his back against the stark, metal wall, never releasing his grip on his penis. It was an effort to gain control of his breathing, but at the first stroke against his cock, he breathed in. With the next stroke, he breathed out. In. Out. In. Out.
Not without me you don’t. The monster laughed again and Vincent felt pressure against his ass, as if the beast had entered him from behind. And while he knew it was impossible, knew that it could only manifest physically through him, he couldn’t help but gasp against the phantom pressure inside him, couldn’t ignore the pain mixed with pleasure, or the trembling it had set to motion in his quivering cock.
The poundings in his chest turned to palpitations. He pitched sideways, his vision blurred. The fingers encircling his cock tingled a second before they lost strength; he felt them replaced by a more powerful, more skilled touch.
It worked him with surprising gentleness, reaching behind his cock to stroke his balls with a loving touch. Vincent squirmed, struggling to press his legs together against the rising pleasure. If it took him, he belonged to it…forever.
The muscles in his abdomen tensed, but he fought it, blinked until his vision cleared, breathed deeply until he could think.
The moment he regained feeling in his hands, he was able to push the adversarial touch aside. He could feel it inside him, taunting and tempting him from within. It pressed against his mind and his heart, against his cock, stirring the most primitive urges Vincent had ever known.
All he had left was the feel of his hands as he stroked himself, as he made himself hard. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the sensations, each fondle drawing his fingers closer to the weeping head.
He came with a rumble inside, the monster in his mind screaming in orgasmic release. There was surprisingly little physical release—a minor spasm, a tremble—and then he was done, still caught up in the need for release.
He knew where he could get it…if he had the strength to push himself up from the floor. But, first he listened, to the lingering roar of the beast, to the regular beat of his heart. And, then, tucking himself back into his pants, he rose and buckled his belt, leaning against the wall until he got his balance.
He’d won again, but each time he fought the monster, it became stronger. It was growing more difficult to hold his own with the creature, the protomateria would ultimately fail. And, now, with this latest trick, he had to be prepared for anything. It was growing, it was learning his weaknesses.
It was difficult to imagine what the beast might try next.
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