Dislaimer: I don't own FFVII and I don't make money with this writing.

A/N¹ : Chao's voice in bold letters. Graphic sex !- so…this chapter is M!

A/N² : Vincent and Yazoo will follow their path together by themselves now... Thanks for my beloved BMIK who patiently betaed and not only this, inspired me and taught me to turn my daydreaming into words- without you nothing of this would be possible, millions of thank you-love you dear! And sure, thanks for everyone who read and reviewed- your support was wonderful and important in ways that you no imagine guys! Every time that a review was sent, I felt myself inflated in a cuddle wave of warm and motivation. Thanks a lot!

Vincent and Yazoo - Chapter 24

The dinner was not exactly cheerful, though Loz and the kids had a good time with playing in the snow and inside the house. Discreet as Yazoo usually was their guests did not find his cool demeanour with Vincent had barely spoken during dinner. But during some moments, when nobody was watching, Vincent's crimson eyes glanced at Yazoo with a sad expression.

Kadaj was much more silent than usually. The silver haired boy had avoided eye contact with his brother whenever it was possible. Vincent could bet Yazoo had heard every word the boy had said. And the brat -as well as Vincent- was really afraid about the possibility judging from the way Yazoo was watching every move of his brother. However, if Yazoo had heard what his baby brother or Vincent had said, he did not show it. At least not in front of their guests.

It was around nine when they had finished the dinner and their guests left the house. Cloud had made a special book in the Gongaga Inn. Tifa, the kids and Loz were eager to get at the hotel and enjoy all the fun the place had for Christmas Eve. Kadaj, who had grumbled all week because he was obliged to join the family, was the first of them to enter the car and impatiently waited to get out of there. The silver haired boy flinched when Yazoo hugged him to say goodbye, not at all out of his usual behavior towards his brothers.

Vincent watched the scene pooled on his favorite spot: on the top of a branch. He had given his good night wishes to his friends long before they had left, and went out to get some air and some peace of mind. The suffocating sensation that he was feeling inside the house was maddening him and somehow it reminded him of his past days locked in a coffin at Shinra Mansion. He watched his silver haired friend wave goodbye at the guests till the car vanished on the road. Then, Yazoo looked at the sky, sighed and went into the house, closing the door. The scene, though back then the circumstances had been different, reminded Vincent of the morning he had seen Yazoo crying in the forest. Although now, if the young man was feeling thoughtful or sad, it was because of him. " And I had sworn to myself that I would never hurt him…"

Some minutes later, the lights went off and only the dim lamp of Yazoo's room was on. He remained out there for some minutes. He had watched Yazoo, in silence so many nights, sitting on this same branch. Some nights the youth just lay down and was fast asleep within mere seconds, at others he read one of Reeve's art books and at others he just stared at the ceiling with those brilliant green eyes lost in some spot. And every single night, Vincent would have given his soul to be there, by Yazoo's side.

The night was very cold, but the snow had stopped and a pale moon was appearing at the dark sky. Vincent shook his head, gave a faint chuckle and felt pretty stupid to be crouched on a branch in the middle of the night. He flew back to the ground and entered the house. Silently and empty. " Soon, this is how it will be every day, every single night…"

Vincent stood in the middle of the living room and glanced at Yazoo's door. Once more he was unable to deal with feelings, he was a man, a honest man or a honest demon, whatever, but Yazoo deserved an explanation. He cursed himself for being able to fight against a Bahamut but not to knock at Yazoo's door. Silently, he unbuckled his cape, took off the silicon glove Yazoo had given to him, and his boots and sat on the couch, close to the fire to warm up his body. He was freezing but not only because it had been chilly outside; he was feeling his heart freeze from the inside. " I'm pining…"

Vincent closed his eyes and lowered his head on his bent knees, bracing himself like a child seeking to block out the world around him. He was tired. Emotionally and physically. Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice when Yazoo silently approached him.

" Vince, can we speak for a little bit?" The silver haired youth asked in his usual tone and sat on the same couch as Vincent, but on the opposite edge. Yazoo would -reasonable as always- have let the subject of their almost kiss slide in favor of their friendship.

But that was before he had listened to Vincent and Kadaj speak. It was during the seconds in which he had walked from the door to the kitchen, the minutes while he had gone to his room to clear his mind and think about that "only your brother matters to me." Yazoo silently prayed a thank you to the universe for the wonderful christmas gift he had received and felt confident now, even bold enough to put down his shyness and make the first step with Vincent. However the man had neither moved a finger when Yazoo had sat on the couch, nor looked at him. His blank expression left Yazoo doubtful if he had heard correctly that he was loved by Vincent. " Deeply, breathe deeply, Yazoo, keep your cool and just breathe."

" Yes, we should indeed." Vincent didn't tilt his head to look at his friend. He was feeling himself peeled off his own defenses. He was so tired of fighting against his feelings and needs. He was so damn tired of a life hidden behind his fears and bitter concepts of himself. Vincent just nodded. It would be so simple if he just said what he was thinking…but instead, he would rather wait for what would come from Yazoo.

" Did you regret of what happened this morning?"

"No." Vincent was startled by the straight to the point question but he didn't hesitate. He quickly glanced at Yazoo and Vincent noticed a slight change in the young man's eyes; they were dilated like a cat's would be.

" I heard what you said to Kadaj. What you said, was it only to keep my brother away or did you really mean it?" Although feeling more confident than usually, Yazoo's heart was pounding like a wild horse in his chest; he wanted to say 'I love you too', but Vincent's clear discomfort was keeping the youth at bay. Not to mention that his old feelings of being deprecated in favor of his baby brother were bothering him. " Oh God, please make him say that he loves me!"

" B-both…" Vincent lowered his eyes, he was feeling the tingles of Chaos lurching in his stomach. He would never lie to Yazoo, though what the youth might do with his affirmation was worrying him to no end. He remembered Kadaj's words: a freak, a failure.

Yazoo closed his eyes and gave a low sigh, relieved that Vincent, at least, was not regretting the almost kiss. He closed the distance between Vincent and with delicacy he took one of the man's hand.

" Will you still be my friend?"

" Yazoo…I always will be your friend... as long as you want me to."

Vincent squeezed the soft and white hand, who was holding his human one and for the first time he raised his eyes to look at Yazoo, since he had begun to speak. The youth was so gorgeous in the faint light of the room, only provided by the fire and the moon shadow. The silky hair had gilded shades from the fire reflex, the locks contrasted with the black leather of his jacket. He wanted to dive into those green cat eyes. Those lips, so fleshy, seemed so smooth. And so dangerously close to him… Vincent lowered his eyes again, fought to control himself. Against his will, as if he was a puppet, he noticed that Chaos' hand was raised into the air, caressing Yazoo's cheek with a tenderness that he never had guessed possible for what he carried inside his being. " I want him…I need him…No hurt. Trust me…never will hurt him."

The silver haired young man savored the caress with closed eyes, the clad was cold, but good on his face.

" I want you by my side Vincent, forever if you feel like it…I-I love you." With the lovingly touch on his face, Yazoo felt safe to openly say what his heart was shouting at him. He could not draw back now. If the meaning of what he had heard from Vincent was just friendship, he would say so and Yazoo would accept it, even though with deep sorrow.

Though, he could never have expected what followed soon after his sentence.

Vincent covered Yazoo with his slender body, leaning the young man against the armrest. He was afraid, but for the first time in years, Vincent didn't think and let his instincts, his feelings guide him. As if he was a piece of iron attracted to a pure magnet Vincent kissed Yazoo. He devoured those lips, entered with his tongue to suck and lick that hot, wet mouth, nipping the flesh with hunger, not asking for permission, only conquering them, feeling them. He tasted the savour of Yazoo's mouth, his scent, his warmth. Vincent's mind was flying in a kind of trance, out of his control but freed and aware of everything that was Yazoo kissing him back with passion, in his arms. " In my arms…Yazoo is in my arms…"

Yazoo entwined his fingers and nails in Vincent's hair. He let the long, dark locks flow between his fingers, he gripped some of them to be sure it was Vincent who was here and it was not just another fantasy. With jolts of relief, bliss and pleasure, he felt Vincent slid his hands over his sides, squeezing his hips almost painfully. But it was wonderful. Vincent's thin lips and tongue were incredibly smooth, the flavour of his mouth perfect. His scent, the scent Yazoo always had loved to smell was now involving his mouth, his body, his soul. Low moans escaped both men. Not even in his fantasies had Yazoo imagined such an ardour from his love. Yes, Vincent was not and never would be his lover, he was his love. His status inside Yazoo's heart would never change. " We are kissing, he wants me…He loves me."

The necessity to breathe made them break the kiss. Vincent cupped Yazoo's face in his hands and they stared at each other, panting while their lungs were filled with air, and Yazoo pulled his hand above Vincent's hands, holding the touch, feeling the warmth of his presence. Vincent shifted his arms and possessively hugged the silver haired youth fearing to lose him, as if he was some kind of misty vision. Yazoo leaned his head on the man's chest, savouring that so craved moment with both arms wrapped around his neck. He was afraid too, to have the moment broken and his love drifting away from him. Vincent sighed and moved a bit away to stare at Yazoo's face. He glanced at his deformed arm, still caressing Yazoo's head with soft strokes.

" I love you Vincent." Yazoo whispered the words while he fought to not cry.

" I'm sorry if I didn't say anything before, but I was waiting for the right moment and I guess it is now. I- I don't know how to deal with words to express myself…I'm a freaking old man, who spent years in a coma, sleeping in a coffin and carrying a demon inside because of Shinra's mad experiments. Its name is Chaos. That's why I had this claw, this bluish skin on my left arm, and…ugly scars all over my body... It was what touched you at Reeve's store b-but…it said that it will never hurt you. But anyway, I will never let it hurt you…or anything else, in fact. When I said that only you matter to me it was true. It is true, because I-I love you Yazoo. I guess I found that I was in love with you since you had came back from Midgar. Or no, perhaps it was when I found you here…I don't know, but I love you… You are probably terrified of me and if you want to leave me now, I would not judge you. I will love you all the same and care for you without asking for anything in return. You are young, clever, gorgeous…and you deserve a better man, great adventures and …I wish you so much happiness. I want so much that you never have to cry again…Your brother called me a freak and he is right. I'm one. "

Yazoo only blinked at the cascade of words coming from Vincent's mouth. The raven haired man was deeply breathing after the long speech and though he had told the youth to feel free to leave him, he tightened the hold on Yazoo's body, his voice sad, resigned to accept if Yazoo would want to run away from him. He knew he was being dramatic, though, hurt people tended to do that and Vincent's scars were so many deep than the ones covering his body.

"There's nothing about you that I don't cherish and praise Vincent. Nothing of your heart, nothing of your body…Please don't push me away Vincent Valentine."

Yazoo said with a hoarse voice, fighting against tears that he could not control, which watered his eyes and rolled down from his cheeks. It was true. He didn't care for what the past had done to Vincent nor what the raven haired man had done. He knew from the bottom of his heart they could be happy together.

" Are you not…running away?"

The youth shook his head.

" Please don't leave me Yazoo, please don't move out, please…stay with me?"

Yazoo covered his mouth to muffle a sob. He was so happy that he was chuckling and crying at the same time.

" Finally you said it...I thought you would never say it...That all the feelings that I wondered if you had for me, was only in my mind. Oh Vincent if you feel for me the same as I feel for you, you should know that I will never leave you. I love you. Sweet Shiva, I love you as I never have loved anyone else."

They smiled and hugged each other, feeling their bodies. They kissed passionately once more and Vincent made the first move to open the zipper of the jacket Yazoo was wearing. They chuckled together when the zipper was stuck again. Yazoo moved a little bit away and slowly took off his jacket and in the most sexiest move that Vincent had ever seen, opened the first button of his pants. He startled himself when the silver haired youth got closer and with the same pace unbuttoned his shirt, placing small kisses on his shoulders, chest and slowly moving to his left arm. Yazoo not only wanted to assure Vincent that his arm didn't disgust him, but that he was aroused by it. It really didn't matter to Yazoo, if the arm was demonic or angelic. Whatever part of Vincent's body, he craved all of him. He loved the whole of Vincent. They smiled at each other. The gesture, never done to him before, stunned Vincent.

" Is that possible? It's possible that a man like Yazoo actually… wants me even sexually?"

" I want you Vince, I want everything of you." Yazoo whispered the words as if he knew what Vincent was thinking, tenderly rubbing his cheek against Chaos's hand, as a cat would do. Carefully, Vincent lifted Yazoo and carried him like a bride. He lay him near the fireplace, on the new soft carpet and cushions, that Yazoo had recently put at the place. When he stared at Yazoo, at all his flawless beauty beneath him, Vincent's heart pounded. He loved the creature in front of his eyes, he was sure of this statement as he was sure of the ground under his feet and the heaven above his head. Chaos' voice pierced his mind. "Communion."

" Would you help me to love you Yazoo? Please?" Vincent's eyes were brightened with such clear intensity of red and golden, that it was possible to see the changes of colour inside them.

" Every day of my life…and we are making love already, Vincent." The silver haired youth sensed that Vincent's question was far deeper than possible doubts about their physical way to make love. He himself had been hurt too, but he wanted to live now. He wanted to be loved and love. Yazoo was sure about their feelings for each other. The day after would not be something weird and empty.

Vincent smiled and coyly touched the marble column of skin so openly offered to him with his human hand.

The silver haired youth moaned and offered more of his pale neck while he caressed Vincent's face. He slowly circled the curve of Vincent's cheekbones with his fingers , his pointed jaw and those thin and soft lips. He wanted to be marked, to be owned by Vincent. He was floating in a kind of pleasure not only consuming his body, but some place, very deep inside his heart. They kissed again, this time without rush, just feeling the taste of each others mouths, the texture of their lips and tongues, while their hands traveled over flushed skin and sinewy muscles. Vincent rubbed his face against Yazoo's neck and deeply breathed in his scent. He touched the delicate and sensitive spot behind the earlobe with the tip of his lips, gently kissing and nibbling. He stopped to stare at those huge green eyes, to kiss those fleshy lips. Yazoo moaned into his mouth when Vincent embraced his hips, slightly rocking, pressing their groins together. The 'rain-forest' scent flooded the air, mixing with his own mako scent. It seemed that time had stopped around them. A world of warm sensations was filling them, surrounding both men in a tight net that had been denied to their bodies for so long. Not only physical but connected by something deeper, far from mere lust.

" Beautiful…" Vincent whispered, mesmerized by all of Yazoo's body and face. He slid his hand over Yazoo's neck, slowly running down the youth's flat and smooth chest, pressing, first with his finger tips, and then with his lips. He kissed all the contours of Yazoo's arms and armpits. He sniffed the smooth and thin silver hair that covered Yazoo's skin with deep breaths. Like a wild animal, a human but still primitive, Vincent licked a path from the collarbone to Yazoo's chest, memorizing his smell and the taste of his flesh. The raven haired man was feeling the beast dancing inside him, clapping at each move, delighting itself in a feast of energy. Overpowering was the best word to describe the growing heat that tingled all over his body. He pinched a hard rosy nipple between his fingers and lowered his head to taste it with a shy licking. Perfect. He sucked the flesh in his mouth, not so coy this time, as Yazoo squirmed and moaned at the caress.

" Better than breasts, better than any woman…better than everything that I have tasted in so many years…"

He had never realized how much he needed to touch Yazoo's body, feeling the muscles, the hard and soft differences among them, the smell, the taste. Vincent palmed the prove of Yazoo's acceptance for have him with his human hand and smiled at the youth man. The bulge was hard, constricted under the leather pants, inviting him with the swirling motions of the silver haired youth's hips. Vincent's utterly male dominance was burning. Powerful.

At every caress, Yazoo moaned, fingers buried in Vincent's hair or running over the man's spine. The cold touch of the air mixed with the warm lips and tongue from Vincent on his skin, was giving him jolts of pleasure. He was rocking his hips in synch with Vincent's squeeze on his buttocks. He felt his member swollen inside his tight pants. When Vincent leaned his body on top of Yazoo, separated his legs with his own, eyes locked with the youth´s, a flash of uncertainty crossed Yazoo's mind. He never had another lover besides Reno, since he came back from Lifestream. Since he had a life. Besides Reno and his brothers, Vincent was the only man he had had a closer contact with. Whom he had touched and was allowing to be touched like Vincent was doing now. " And if he does not like me? Reno said once that I was a hard prize to win when it came to sex…"

But Yazoo's fears quickly disappeared, when the man sliced the fabric with one of his claws and a hitched breath, from his waistband down to his pants. The gesture was so slow and full of a sensuality that Yazoo wanted to be ripped off of his clothes, he wanted to be naked and wide spread for Vincent. He wanted to be possessed by the raw and strong force that was Vincent and whatever demons he had, he needed this man inside him, he was giving a damn about foreplay, pain or uncertainties. And Vincent seemed to feel the same as he watched the reactions of his silver haired lover. He tore at Yazoo's pants, as well as his briefs and shivered when the youth hissed in rapture. He stared at the hard and erect member of Yazoo. He thought about a compliment to say regarding so much flawless beauty in front of his eyes, but all Vincent could do was form a loud groan of longing to feel Yazoo from inside. He could have started without any clues about how he would make love with Yazoo, but the moment those long and pale legs opened and invited him, he knew what to do. Vincent tore open his own pants, even hurting himself with his claws to get rid off what was keeping him out of reach from Yazoo's body. He had no control anymore over the messy lust which was running through him. There was just pure and adamant desire for the man he loved. The tingles, once restrained to his left arm was all over his body now, shaking him from inside.

Yazoo's eyes got wide at seeing the once blue pale strings, becoming vivid dark blue mixing with new red ones through the left side of Vincent's body. He was gorgeous. His slender and muscled body, his skin even marked by scars, his hard member glowing with excitement, there was nothing in him that was not beautiful for Yazoo.

The once demure Vincent had the face of a god. A blue and red one with flaming eyes who was raising his body to consume Yazoo in fierce passion. Instead of being afraid, that sheer power made him even harder and he almost crossed the edge with his erection free and jumping in the air. He was panting, bouncing his hips to rub his hardness on Vincent's groin eliciting a moan from him. No time for foreplay, they could not wait, they did not want to. The man found his entrance with considerable ease for a virgin man in gay sex and with no warnings, no proper preparations, he thrust deep inside the tight and hot flesh.

" Ungh! Oh God Vince! " Yazoo gave a loud cry and started to sob, from the pain because of the large member splitting him with wanton lust, with the fulfilling sensation and above all with love. His back was arched, his legs tightly wrapped around Vincent's waist. He was flushed, his whole body was tingling and aching with the sudden invasion.

" Please just wait my love, just stay close with me…Oh god…"

Yazoo pulled his arms around Vincent's neck, thinking only about breathing to subdue the painful discomfort till his body would adjust. Vincent didn't move a finger, only memorizing the amazing sensation of having Yazoo's heat engulfing his senses, eyes closed. Hot. His happy little world was on fire now, and Yazoo was his king.

" I'm inside him?! Oh Shiva, I'm inside him! How…godly…complete…"

He remained quiet just listening each others breath with his head nestled against the curve of Yazoo's neck. He whimpered with an unknown ache, dull but at the same time good, the constricting walls of Yazoo's body clamping him. When he opened his eyes he was blessed with the sight of the man he loved moaning his name, holding his body with arms and legs. It was heaven. The subtle arch of hips from Yazoo, still adjusting himself, made Vincent groan as he was pushed a little back and forth.

" OH..MY..This can be better ?!" It had been a long ago since Vincent had had sex. And never with a man. Yazoo's mouth parted with a whimper, but no sound came out, his legs tightened more around Vincent's hips seeking for leverage. Bit by bit the dull pain was fading away and turned into a throbbing need to feel more of Vincent, rubbing his member against the hard belly of his lover. There was no space between their bodies to reach for a touch on his neglected member. The raven haired man was staring at him with golden eyes, shining and wet and a parted mouth whispered his name and his love for him. Again, a light move from Yazoo and Vincent cavorted his body, lost in the rapture, pulling out more of himself than before and desperately wanting to feel the clamping of Yazoo's body again.

" Yazoo…Yazoo…please move like this again…Ah, yes…God!"

" Like this?" Yazoo purred and began to swirl his body, embracing Vincent.

Instinctively Vincent began to move his hips in an erratic pace with very slow motions, just feeling how the other would respond, their bodies glued to each other. Their eyes locked at each other. Chaos's hand was gingerly caressing Yazoo's forehead and hair. Actually, Vincent was feeling the hand, not as a part of his body, but as a separate entity which was taking its time to pleasure itself too for the very first time.

Then Vincent circled his hips and Yazoo gave a strangled cry.

" Yes, God yes! There Vince, do it again! Harder…"

Vincent barely heard what Yazoo said, as he was surrounded by a trance of lust, trembling with waves of pleasure. He pulled out almost all of himself and thrust back, still slowly and gently, with a hoarse groan. He was lost in ecstasy. He looked at Yazoo, underneath him and his lover was sweating, undulating his body and raising his left leg to rest on Vincent's shoulder, wanting more. He would give more to Yazoo. He would give all he had.

The slow pace changed to a faster one. More insistent, more deeply. Intense, rough. The long and sensual moans gave place to loud grunts, desperate to seek the top of that powerful energy. Vincent felt drops of sweat rolling down his spine, his hands were slipping from Yazoo's equally wet hips. He was pounding Yazoo relentlessly, the youth's shoulder was scraping on the carpet. Yazoo closed his eyes and dug his nails into Vincent's shoulder. So good, so connected. Overwhelming.

" I'm so close…"

" Together."

In a swift impulse Vincent raised Yazoo up to his lap, the claw finding its way to grip Yazoo's perfect buttocks, scratching the skin with desire. With the new position, Vincent's erection was pushed straight to Yazoo's prostate. They gazed at each other, and Vincent kissed Yazoo with opened eyes to watch the lean body shake in spasms of pleasure. Yazoo's face contorted with a ferocity unknown to Vincent. He was the most gorgeous creature now, totally devoted and consumed by his climax. Yazoo bounced his hips forcefully as if he was trying to enter Vincent's skin, bones, soul. With a long cry Yazoo released his orgasm, only rubbing his groin against Vincent's belly, his hips painfully pressed against Vincent by Chaos' hand. He needed to breathe to not pass out, to know when the orgasm was so incredible powerful in his life. Yazoo felt the mako in his blood run through his veins and pound in his chest like an explosion of energy.

He sobbed while still riding Vincent's lap until his body went numb, only supported by Vincent's insistent pulsing inside him.

When he opened his eyes, Yazoo saw the presence of Chaos, a dark blue mist emerging, merge with a weak and green shine which was covering them and returning to the body of Vincent. He could have sworn that he had seen bat wings around Vincent. In the same minute he felt his inner channel being flooded by a warm thick liquid. Vincent had come without a sound, only a hard squeeze on Yazoo's thigh and buttocks, hard enough to leave a bloody scratch. His breath was heavy, shorter, his head was bent and his eyes were wide open and flaming.

When he came down from his climax, he held Yazoo tightly in his arms, still feeling himself twitching inside the youth. They stayed together in silence, recovering their breathes for a while, eyes closed. Yazoo was stroking Vincent's damp raven hair while the man caressed his back with Chaos´ claw.

" I love you so much Yazoo…"

" I love you too Vincent…Vince. My Vince."

"Yes…I'm yours Yazoo…Oh God… it has been such a long time ago that I could not remember how it felt. God I'm sore and tired…Are you feeling ok? Did I hurt you?"

" Not really. I will be ok tomorrow."

Vincent broke the embrace in frantic desperation to look for injuries on Yazoo, even startling the youth.

" I'm fine Vincent. Next time we should take some..uhn…care. That's all. Could you hold me now? I'm cold."

Vincent smiled at Yazoo and grabbed a blanket from the couch to cover them. He embraced Yazoo and sighed in bliss to have his lover in his arms.

" You should teach me lessons so…I promise I will be a good learner."

" I'm sure you will. "

They kissed each other and the need for rest was falling over their bodies.

" And you promise me Yazoo, that this is not a dream, a materia effect or something?"

" I promise. No lizard poison this time. Though I have to thank it. If it hadn´t been for it I wouldn't know you. You are beautiful, but when you smile…you are perfect." Yazoo gave a chaste kiss to Vincent's lips while the man watched him with narrowed eyes and a smirk on his face. It was so good what he was feeling that he felt afraid.

" And the moving? You will stay here, right?"

" I will have to deal with the owner, unpack my things…"

" You better, because I won't let you go!" Vincent rolled away from Yazoo and wrapped the blanket around him like a cocoon. After the play, the chuckles and fake protests, Yazoo stared into Vincent's eyes and caressed his face.

"I'm not going anywhere that is not near you and you better carry me, because I can't walk right now!"

" It´s my pleasure." Vincent rolled aside and plunged Yazoo on his back, going to his room.

They lay down in the bed, still toying and relaxed. Vincent pulled the blanket around them and they stayed quiet, looking at each other till Yazoo's eyes closed and he fell asleep, wrapped up in Vincent's arm. He was happy and cuddled closer, his most intimate needs being so thoroughly satisfied. All the turmoil of the past seemed so distant and unreal.

" Please promise me that you will hug me every night?"

" I promise, every night of our lives. Even if I need to be away, I would make you feel hugged by me. I love you Yazoo."

" I love you my angel…"

The beast was quiet, meek and satiated. Finally he would have the best sleeping night in years. Vincent sighed and for the first time he felt that he was exactly where he wanted to be. " Thank you Shiva."

End