Guilt’s Cost: Part XXXVI

Disobedience

By late afternoon everyone was back on the airship. Tseng had left a note for their aunt explaining that they had to leave, and that he would be back as soon as work allowed. He had felt bad about just leaving the letter, knowing that it would have been better to go meet her at the market and tell her personally, but time didn’t allow it.

Angel and Reno had been disappointed to go, having planned on doing several things while in Wutai. Reno was particularly reluctant; knowing that it would be a long time before Tseng let him have another vacation.

Everyone was on the flight deck of the ship. Reno and Angel were standing toward the back of the bridge, discussing something quietly in the corner. Vincent and Tifa were planted on the floor before the glass staring at the world going by. Tseng hovered near the helmsman checking the controls over the pilot’s shoulder.

Vincent had slipped back into his quiet mood, still disturbed by Tseng’s concern over his ability to control Chaos. At the very least, he was relived about getting out of Wutai. He still wore the outfit that Tifa had provided him with earlier in the day, but now hid it away beneath his old red cloak.

Tifa sat with her head resting on Vincent’s shoulder. She too was quiet, stewing in her disappointment of leaving Wutai and having to have an escort with her and Vincent at all times. Part of her wanted to warn Vincent of Tseng’s threat of putting him in stasis, but somehow she knew this was a piece of information that would hurt him deeply. The last thing that she wanted to do was to upset him to the point of Chaos erupting and so she kept her secret. She hadn’t even been able to look Tseng in the eye since his talk with her earlier that day. There was anger within her, but it was tempered with shame, as she knew very well that Tseng was only trying to see to her safety. If he didn’t really care, then he wouldn’t have ordered her and Vincent to stay in his presence.

Vincent looked down at Tifa as she sighed sadly. "Are you okay?"

"Sure." She was lying, and not covering it well.

He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Tifa, don’t worry about it. Everything will be fine."

"I know." Tifa looked up into his crimson eyes. "It’s just I want to be able to be free."

"Me too." Vincent whispered.

Tifa knew that his wish for freedom was a desire to no longer be possessed by the demon. It stung her heart to hear the hint of sadness in his voice. Her problems suddenly didn’t seem so big in comparison with what Vincent had to go through every day of his life. How she longed to be able to reach inside and pull the real Vincent out of the torn and altered body beside her. As she continued to gaze into his depressed eyes, she soon found herself kissing him. Sensing his pain, Tifa knew she needed to help him forget it for a moment.

Vincent pulled her closer as he felt her kiss go from sweet to passionate. Never one for public displays of affection he became somewhat uncomfortable as he could feel Reno and Angel’s eyes upon him and Tifa. Although he and Tifa were facing away from the others, he pulled his cloak in closer around him to hide any evidence of his growing excitement.

Tifa slid her hand under his cloak and rested her hand on his thigh. She let the back of her hand press up higher, causing Vincent to writhe in his aroused anxiety. Tifa pulled back from him for a moment and looked over her shoulder at the others. Reno and Angel had taken a passing notice of her and Vincent, but they had resumed their conversation. Tseng was engrossed in the navigation statistics of the ship and paid no heed to them. "Vincent, he’s not looking."

Vincent opened his eyes and looked at her. His arousal had made his mind unclear. "What?"

"Your brother’s not looking." She motioned to the open door to the bridge immediately to their left. "We can go, if you want."

Like any male, he was unable to refuse such an offer. "All right."

The two of them slipped from the bridge unnoticed. They debated on where to go. There was a momentary thought of returning to the cabin they had shared on the trip to Wutai, but that was thrown out immediately. They knew that was the first place that Tseng would come looking for them once he noticed they were gone.

They finally made their way into the maintenance bay, finding it the best hiding spot on the ship. Once in a back corner of the darkened room, they fell into each other’s arms again. Their lips met passionately, and Tifa’s hand soon found its way back to where she could tease him. Vincent purred in anticipation, and allowed his hands to make their way under her clothing as well. She was given chills by the sensation of his metal hand on her skin.

Vincent quickly pealed away the shorts she was wearing, as well as the undergarments beneath. Tifa at the same time had managed to undo his belt and the jeans that he had on.

Vincent slid his cybernetic arm under her and easily lifted her up so that she was supported by him with her back against the wall. With her like this Vincent freed himself from his jeans and quickly drove into her. Although he was extremely worked up by now, he was still gentle enough not to hurt her. Tifa sighed deeply as he took her, yet to ever be disappointed by his performance.

"Oh God, Vincent…" Tifa said quietly into his ear, making him even more excited.

With his mind clouded by his passion, Vincent felt Chaos surge up with in him. The gentle movements that he had been making suddenly broke into violent, forceful thrusts.

Tifa screamed in agony as she felt a terrible pain starting to saw away at her. The warm feeling of blood began to make its way down her legs.

Vincent’s human hand flew up and covered her mouth quelshing her cry of agony. "Come on, Tifa, you don’t want anyone to find us, do you?"

Her eyes grew wide as she saw the wings unfold out behind Vincent’s back. She tried to fight him off, but there was no escape.

Chaos growled as he raped her, enjoying Tifa’s pain as much as the act itself. "Tifa, I can see why he is so willing to fuck you. This really is worth while."

She managed to pull his hand from her mouth for a moment. "Vincent! Please make him stop!"

Chaos laughed as he continued to drill at her. "Hold on, bitch. This won’t take too long, if you’re lucky. I’m sure this cock Hojo gave Vincent must hurt like Hell, huh?"

Her attempted response was cut off as his hand again choked off her words. She felt something slithering around her body, realizing that it was Chaos’s tail. He brought it up between their bodies, allowing the tip of it to slip between his hand and her mouth.

"Why don’t you take this while I work?" The demon growled as he slid the end of his tail into her mouth and down her throat.

Tifa thought she was going to die. The demon’s tail made breathing almost impossible and she gagged as he pushed it in further.

Just when she thought her misery couldn’t get any worse, Chaos reached his climax, and allowed the metal talons of Vincent’s claw to tear into her thigh as he clutched her tighter.

Once done, Chaos stepped back, allowing Tifa to fall to the ground in a pool of her own blood. He shed the rest of Vincent's form and the demon had to stoop in order to stand inside the low ceilinged room. "How was that?"

Tifa could make no response. She lay curled on the floor, with her hands pressed down against her female anatomy. The pain she was in was exquisite.

Chaos turned to the door as he heard it open. Tseng stood there with an expression of horror on his face. "What have you done?"

The demon sneered. "Just giving Tifa what she asked for."

Tseng unholstered his gun and aimed it at the demon. "Chaos, let Vincent out!"

"Why? So you can continue to control his life?" Chaos took a step toward the former Turk. "Shoot me, go ahead. You know it won’t hurt me. But when Vincent comes back, he might look badly upon such a wound."

Reno appeared in the doorway next to Tseng, his night staff drawn and crackling with energy. "Are you kidding? How often does this bastard come out of Vincent?"

Chaos had no more love for Reno than Vincent did. "Are you going to shock me again?"

Tseng knew Tifa needed help soon. "Let me get Tifa, Chaos."

The demon snorted. "You want some, too?"

"Cut the shit, Chaos!" Tseng fired his gun, hitting the demon in the shoulder. "Let my brother out!"

Chaos gazed down at the wound torn into his flesh, disbelieving that Tseng had done such a thing. He knew Tseng was no longer in the mood to play. He needed to let Vincent come back before he found his life in danger. "I was done anyway."

Tseng and Reno watched in amazement as the demon collapsed to the floor, quickly taking back Vincent’s form.

Vincent sat up, in complete confusion. He saw Tifa lying next to him, unconscious and bleeding. "Tifa! Oh God, Tifa!"

Tseng ran over and grabbed Vincent by the arm, pulling him away from her roughly. Vincent had little strength to resist, and tears were pouring down his cheeks as he realized what had happened.

Tseng looked back at Reno. "Don’t just stand there! Get her to the sick bay and get Angel!"

Reno silently nodded and did as ordered. He picked up Tifa’s bloody body in his arms and made his way quickly from the room.

Vincent desperately tried to follow, but was held back by Tseng. "Let me go! I have to see if she’s all right!"

Tseng jerked his brother from the room and drug him down the corridor. "Shut the Hell up, Vincent. You’re going to the detention cell. I am fucking pissed right now. I gave you and Tifa an order and you disobeyed. Now look what happened!"

Vincent followed his brother reluctantly. "But is Tifa okay?"

"I don’t know, Tsuvati!" Tseng shouted as he continued to lead Vincent to the brig. "You really fucked up."

To hear his brother cursing let Vincent know exactly how angry he was. "It was Chaos… I didn’t mean to hurt her."

Tseng had nothing more to say. They finally reached the small detention cell on the lower deck of the ship. Tseng opened the door and cast Vincent inside. Once the door was locked, Tseng turned away to go check on Tifa.

Vincent crumbled to the floor, sobbing. "Please tell me if Tifa is okay…"

Tseng gave his brother little regard as he walked out of the room. "I’ll come back when I’m damn good and ready. But I’m not letting you out. I don’t think your wound is fatal."

Vincent had given little regard to the bullet hole in his left shoulder. The wound had pierced between the flesh of his body and the metal of his left arm. Blood dripped from the injury slowly. Being in such shock over Tifa’s situation, Vincent could not feel any pain whatsoever. He clawed at the floor to the cell with his cybernetic hand. "What have I done?"