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Belated VVW 24 Contribution #5: Recoil

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Reeve glanced over to Vincent in the passenger seat next to him. He was leaning towards the open window, looking nauseated. He was gripping the door handle in one hand and the leg of his pants in the other, his knuckles going white.

“Are you okay? Should I pull over?” Reeve wondered what could be making Vincent sick to his stomach. He’d never seen him get motion sick before.

“I just want to go home,” his partner answered tersely. “We smell like a hospital. I need to get these clothes off.”

Reeve chuckled. “Never thought I’d hear you want to get undressed.”

He could tell out of the corner of his eye that Vincent glared.

Reeve continued. “Maybe you’d like a bath. Get some nice scents going, relax. I have those floral bath products Aerith made.”

“She gifted those to you, not me. She was trying to convince you to take a break once in a while.”

He grinned mischievously. “We could both take a bath. The tub is certainly large enough.”

“At-at the same time?!”

Reeve snickered. “Just an idea.” He knew it was a long shot to ever convince Vincent to do anything remotely like that, though he desperately wished Vincent would lower his barriers enough to at least let Reeve see him naked. The gods knew Reeve had let Vincent see plenty of him.

Once they were home, Vincent made a beeline for the bedroom. He wanted to strip as fast as possible, get fresh clothes on, and sleep until the disgust from being examined by a doctor wore off.

He paused, naked. His hair smelled like the doctor’s office. He was going to have to bathe after all, though he didn’t understand how it could a fun activity.

Reeve knocked on the door but didn’t enter. “In case you do decide to try it, I left the bath stuff by the tub…. Is there anything I can do to help?” He sounded hopeful.

“No.”

He didn’t hear Reeve walk away. He internally sighed.

“Vincent, you trust me, right?”

“Yes, Reeve. I do.” He was exasperated. He didn’t know how to make Reeve trust him sometimes.

“Okay, well… let me know if you decide there’s anything I can do to comfort you, okay? Remember that you’ve been working on healthy self-soothing.”

“Yes. I know.”

“Okay…. So... don’t sleep through dinner, okay?”

Vincent’s skin was crawling, standing here, bare and vulnerable for so long. “I just need to shower, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll leave you to it.”

Vincent hesitated to put on the robe Reeve had gifted to him. It was soft and warm, and it kept him from the indignity of nudity as much as he could without wearing clothes into the shower. But he didn’t want it to remind him of the doctor’s office.

He shook his head. He was being ridiculous. He wasn’t in the basement anymore. He could wash his clothes. Vincent hurriedly wrapped himself in his robe and hurried into the bathroom. As Reeve promised, a jar of powder with a flowery label in Aerith’s handwriting was on the flat, counter-like shelf between the tub and the bathroom wall. He hesitantly unscrewed the lid and was met with a powerful smell of lavender. It would certainly replace the sterilized, medicinal tang of the clinic. He scrutinized Aerith’s label. Instructions, good. She knew her audience well. Vincent doubted that Reeve ever took baths either, considering this gift had languished unopened under the sink for almost two years now.

Two years. It hadn’t been the full two years because of Vincent’s flightiness, but, more or less, he and Reeve had been together for two years. Vincent sighed. No wonder Reeve was a bit suspicious of the fact that Vincent had not revealed himself willingly yet.

Vincent stepped back out of the bathroom and found Reeve staring at his laptop in the living room, humming cheerfully. He blinked in surprise at Vincent’s robed appearance. “What’s up, Vincent?”

“Were you serious about bathing together?”

Reeve’s mouth hung open.

Vincent continued. “It’s just that the lavender will get the smell off of both of us. And it seems wasteful to draw two separate baths, don’t you think?”

Reeve nodded dreamily. “Oh yeah, totally. Wasteful, yes.”

Vincent smirked to himself. He could hardly believe it was possible to think this way with the slight medicinal undertone in the air around him, but he was finding himself growing excited by the prospect of being close to Reeve- skin to skin close.

While Vincent had been staring into space, Reeve had been busy. Vincent shook his head slightly to clear it when he heard the splash of the tub well on its way to filling.

With a mix of nerves and a downright shocking amount of excitement, Vincent inched into the bathroom. Reeve was naked and grinning on the edge of the tub, his excitement obvious between his legs. “So, how do you want to do this, Vincent?” he asked gently.

Vincent just shook his head wordlessly.

Reeve looked concerned. “Are you okay? You can have the bath to yourself, if you want.”

“No, I just… don’t know how to do this.”

Reeve smiled encouragingly. “Heh, me either. How about I get in first and you can sit with your back against me? Or do you want me in front of you?”

Whenever they had any physical intimacy, Vincent always busied himself, giving Reeve head and handjobs that left him limp and blissed out. But… it sounded nice to relax into Reeve this time. “You get in first.”

Reeve nodded like he’d been given a mission. “I’ll test the water for you!”

He reached over to turn the faucet off, and Vincent admired the muscles of his butt and legs moving beneath his skin. His runs had been paying off.

Reeve lowered himself into the bath. “It’s a nice temperature!” He grinned, barely able to contain his anticipation. “You ready?”

Vincent nodded tersely. “Could you… look away?”

Reeve laid back a bit and threw his arm across his eyes. “Hm mm!”

Vincent smiled in spite of himself. “Thank you.” He carefully folded his robe and laid it where he could reach it easily. He took a deep breath and steeled himself.

“What are you afraid of?” Reeve asked, facing slightly off from where Vincent actually was, eyes still covered.

“I… don’t know. It’s just… unsettling.” Vincent knelt and dipped his fingers into the water. It was pleasantly warm, and the humid, lavender-scented air wafted up to Vincent’s nostrils, drowning out the doctor smell. He gingerly climbed in between Reeve’s knees. “Okay. You can uncover your eyes.”

“Can I touch you?”

“Hm mm.”

Reeve gently ran his fingers through Vincent’s hair. “You know, if I wanted to, I could probably dig through old Shinra files to find a picture of you as a Turk.”

“Why would you do that?”

Reeve snickered. “I bet you were a cute baby Turk. With short hair, right? Adorable.”

Vincent scoffed. “What about Turks says ‘cute baby’ to you? Besides, I have not really aged.”

“Your innocence would show in your eyes.”

“What innocence? I was a Turk.”

Reeve began cupping handfuls of fragrant water and gently pouring them over Vincent’s shoulders. “Come on, you must consider your earlier self to be more innocent than you are now.”

“I suppose. I certainly had suffered less unimaginable horrors.” He screwed his eyes shut, remembering the difference between his run-of-the-mill anxious sleepless nights as a Turk and his tortured near-madness in the basement.

“I’m sorry,” Reeve murmured. “I’m stressing you out. You should be relaxing. Do you want me to wash your hair?”

Vincent started. “If-if you want.”

“Do you want me to?”

“That sounds fine,” Vincent muttered sheepishly.

He felt the puff of Reeve’s laugh. “Someone’s afraid to admit he wants to be taken care of.”

Vincent crossed his arms. “I’m just trying to accommodate you.”

Reeve chuckled. “Whatever, love. Hand me the shower hose.” He twisted the nozzle until it was at its gentlest setting and tested it into his hand until it was a pleasant temperature.

Vincent closed his eyes and sighed in contentment as the warm water trickled over his scalp. Reeve either didn’t hear him or knew better than to gloat and instead just started massaging soap into his hair.

Vincent felt like he could fall asleep by the time Reeve was finished. He laid back against Reeve’s chest and they sat for a while in the warm, flowery bath, Vincent’s head moving with Reeve’s breath, Reeve’s hand draped over Vincent’s heart.

Reeve soon had other ideas. He massaged Vincent’s shoulders, running his fingernails lightly up and down his arms. Vincent groaned and leaned forward to allow Reeve more access to his back. He had stopped thinking about the scars from his surgeries and the stretch marks from his transformations. He just wanted to feel Reeve.

He gasped as Reeve started to nibble against his neck. “This okay?” Reeve’s voice was husky.

“Yeah,” Vincent was breathless. He’d been aroused countless times by Reeve, but he never allowed himself to really enjoy it, always focusing more on what he could do for Reeve, and, at most, taking care of himself afterwards. His skin was sensitive and Reeve seemed to know how to effortlessly unravel him.

Vincent moaned as the kisses turned to light nips. He felt Reeve getting harder against his tailbone while he suckled at Vincent’s jawline.

Vincent didn’t know what to do with himself. With Reeve behind him, the most he could comfortably do was run his hands along Reeve’s legs. But Reeve was all over him, hands on his chest, his legs, rubbing and scratching, keeping a respectful but slowly decreasing distance from Vincent’s penis which was throbbing and hard, his head swollen and tight.

Soon, the saintly slow approach had Reeve’s fingers running lightly along Vincent’s inner thighs. He strained to open his legs a bit wider pressing Reeve’s legs against the side of the tub. Reeve’s breath was coming hot and heavy against Vincent’s neck, and he could feel the pulse of Reeve’s erection against his lower back.

Vincent gasped as a sudden wave of need crashed over his cock, stiff, warm, and wet in the bathwater. He grabbed his member, intending to give himself a much-needed release, but Reeve gripped his wrist. “Wait,” he breathed haggardly. “May I?”

“Okay. Please.” Vincent’s voice came out as a whine.

Reeve twitched against his back at the noise and huffed a laugh. “You’re being so good, remembering your manners.”

“Please, Reeve, please, I want-” He broke off, flushing, remembering himself.

“No, go on, love. I like seeing you this way. Such a treat,” Reeve purred. Where had this version of him come from?

It was easier not being able to see him. Vincent looked at the blank bathroom wall and said, embarrassed, “I want you to make me come.”

Reeve peppered kisses along his shoulders. “That can be arranged, sweetheart. Especially since you’re being so good for me. So communicative.”

Vincent felt butterflies in his stomach. Gods, Reeve was making him want this so badly.

“Reeve… are you… getting off on being in charge?”

Reeve chuckled. “I was a Director as Shinra after all. And you were a Turk. Don’t you want to follow my orders for a change? That’s only to be expected.”

It sounded good, so good.; Vincent couldn’t stand it. “Yes, okay, yes. Anything, Reeve. Just please touch me.”

“I am touching you,” Reeve cooed as his ran his hands down Vincent’s chest, across his belly, down his thighs. “You know what I mean,” Vincent growled.

“Oh?” Reeve idly continued to run his fingers up and down Vincent’s inner thighs.

Vincent whined again in frustration. He was torn between wanting satisfaction but hoping for Reeve’s touch this time. He wanted to be good for Reeve, but what else what he supposed to do? “I never ask for anything,” Vincent was surprised to feel tears prick his eyes. The recoil from being at the doctor’s must be getting to him more than he realized. “Why are you teasing me?”

He felt Reeve hesitate. “Should- should we stop? You sound upset.”

“No,” he whimpered, his vision blurring, even though his erection was fading.

“Well… Hm.”

Vincent knew Reeve would ultimately refuse. He also knew that crying would only make his chances of being intimate even slimmer, but he still found his breathing starting to break with soft sobs. “But I… I never ask for anything. I just wanted-” Tears were trickling down his face. “Today has been so stressful; it was all so awful today, and I just wanted-” He raised his arms to wipe his eyes, but his arm was wet and soapy, so it just stung instead.

That was the last straw. He knew he was pathetic; he was always pathetic, but now even more so. He openly wept, sitting naked in a flowery bath that Reeve had drawn to relax him, crying because he couldn’t handle Reeve teasing him in relatively simple foreplay.

“Okay, Vincent,” Reeve said softly. “We’ll come back to it, okay? But let’s take a break.”

Reeve carefully extricated himself from the bath and left Vincent in it alone, pulling the plug of the tub and grabbing a towel.

Vincent pulled his knees into his chest. He was so cold without Reeve’s presence and the water was draining away, leaving him wet and naked, his chest tight. His arm ached from vaccinations and he accidentally dug his knee into the dark ugly bruise blooming on the inside of his of his elbow from bloodwork.

Hojo sneered at him as he jabbed at a freshly sutured scar. Vincent involuntarily gasped and Hojo cackled. “Not so impassive now, are you, Turk?”

“Hey, Vincent, time to get dried off. Here, take this cloth for your face, and I’ll get the rest of you.”

“I’m s-sorry, Reeve. I-,” Vincent gasped for air between sobs.

“Hey. Now, now. You’re still being so good. Dry your face off for me, okay? Nice and gentle, I wouldn’t want you to roughen up your nice smooth skin.”

Vincent sniffed and pressed his face into the clean hand towel. It smelled like laundry soap, the kind Reeve had always used. Vincent tried to breathe it in deeply, but his breaths came too shallowly. He felt Reeve gather his wet hair together and bundle it within a towel, pressing to soak up the water.

Vincent cried into the towel, pressing his hands against his face, cheeks burning with embarrassment. He would never be good, not good enough.

Reeve continued gently pressing a towel over every part of Vincent he could reach. “My love, stand up for me. Come stand on the mat.”

Vincent curled in on himself more. He didn’t want to stand naked and exposed, free to be examined and tortured and hurt…

“Vincent. You’re shivering. It’s getting chilly. You’ll feel better when you’re dry and clean and in your robe.”

Vincent didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be cold and wet, but he didn’t want to stand up and make Reeve take care of him. He should be able to take care of himself. He wasn’t good enough to be pampered.

“I’ll do it.” He ground out. “You should leave.” Vincent knew he would only be tempted to keep being a pathetic infant with Reeve around.

“Oh… okay.” Reeve sounded disappointed. “If that would make you more comfortable, then… yes, okay.” He forced some brightness into his voice. “It was good of you to communicate. I’m glad you’re being honest with me. You can always tell me the truth, okay?”

Vincent wanted to tell him that he was lying, that he wanted nothing more than for Reeve to dry and dress and soothe him, then fuck him into mindlessness until he fell asleep. He wanted to tell Reeve that he longed for the intimacy he never let himself have, that he was tired of holding off on his own release until he could scurry to the bathroom while Reeve basked in his afterglow. That he was worn out from the day, reeling from all the medical procedures, ashamed that he couldn’t handle a simple check-up.

“Reeve, I-” He looked up. He was alone. Reeve had left, as he had requested. Vincent crumpled, lying on his back in the tub, getting his shoulders and back wet again, undoing the care that Reeve had already shown him. His teeth chattered and he remembered countless days and nights spent like this, naked, on his back, crying, cold, and alone.

Eventually he hauled himself up and out of the bathtub. He roughly dried off, his “nice smooth skin” be damned, and wrapped his robe tightly around himself. He ventured into the next room over, hoping against hope that Reeve would be in their bedroom, waiting to welcome him with cuddles, caresses, and soft, comforting words.

The bedroom was dark and empty, and Vincent caught the sound of typing from the living room. Reeve had moved on with his day. Swallowing against the growing lump in his throat, Vincent crawled under the blankets and curled up on his side, hoping he could fall asleep quickly so he wouldn’t have to feel.

This isn't how it ends for our soft dom and hopeless sub boys! Read part 3.

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