Addicted

It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down

Vincent didn’t move or even look up as he heard the door to the bedroom open. It could only be one person. His eyes half shut, blankly looking upon the world with eyes that showed he wasn’t even really there anymore.

It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time

He felt the bed shift softly as the other person sat down, gentle and careful not to wake the man who wasn’t asleep. Vincent wasn’t fooled, Sephiroth knew he wasn’t asleep. He was just playing along until it suited him. There was a few rustling noises and Vincent faintly heard Sephiroth remove his boots, his leather clothing creaking as he moved, rustling audibly over his skin and folds of the material. That sound would always haunt him, that soft, whisper of a motion that could only be from him.

Cloud wore leather, hell even Vincent wore leather but neither of them made a sound like him when they moved.

And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around

A soft hand ghosted over Vincent’s vacant face, cat-like green eyes noticing Vincent didn’t even have his eyes closed. No reason to pretend now.

The touch lingered before pulling back, Vincent remaining utterly unresponsive and still throughout enduring Sephiroth’s gaze. After a moment more of that intense look the general finally spoke up. “How do you feel Vincent?”

What a strange question. It wasn’t demanding or even authoritive, just… mildly curious. Vincent could answer it as his leisure as was implied. But why ask that? Of all the things to ask… how did he answer? He didn’t want to answer but even though he knew he could answer when he liked he must answer or suffer the consequences of ignoring Sephiroth.




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