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[t]itle: Laughing All the Way
[r]ating: NC-17
[w]ordcount: 2,033
[d]ay: Oct 11//I know how furiously your heart is beating
[f]andom: FFVII
[p]airing: Yuffie/Vincent
[s]ummary: Drive-in movies can lead to other things. Like fights. And sex.
[n]otes: Sequel to this. Warning! Mildly disturbing!
Edit:Forgot to LJ-CUT!

Laughing All the Way

i.

"Hey, look!" Yuffie cried, "A drive-in movie!"

Vincent looked. It was indeed a drive-in movie. Upper Midgar didn't have many, and this one was exclusively adults only, he noted.

But Yuffie was watching the marquee. Vincent took note of the title and bit back a groan.

"Oh my god, special unrated showing of The Corel Chainsaw Massacre! Vincent, we have to see this!"

"No we don't."

"Come on, Vinnie! It's The Corel Chainsaw Massacre! It's horrifying and scary and just frackin' awesome! We have to go see it, Vinnie!"

He ignored her.

"Aww, how often do I do things I don't want to?"

"Never."

"How often do I give up the covers and nick food and charm people into letting you into their houses?"

"You don't have to do any of that."

"Think about it, Vincent. Can't you do one thing for me?"

Sighing, he changed lanes.

Yuffie squealed in delight. "You're the best, Vincent! Somebody's getting lucky tonight!"

"I'm always lucky."

"Shut up and drive."

Vincent drove.

They pulled into the drive-in movie. The man who gave out speakers did so wordlessly. His blue eyes— pupils dilated quite far, Vincent noted with a vicious sort of satisfaction— never once moved to the cash box.

Cash box. Wait a minute. Drive-in movies were supposed to be free!

Then again, this was upper Midgar. If they could find a way, they'd charge for air.

Yuffie pointed to a knot of people on motorcycles. "Let's sit with them. You know how people in cars get freaked out by us."

Vincent kissed the top of her forehead, because he could, because it bothered her as much as he declared that the name 'Vinnie' bothered him. "Those are all high schoolers."

"How do you know?"

"They're wearing letter jackets."

"Why does it matter? Come on, Vincent. Be considerate of the people in cars!"

Sighing, Vincent pulled up to the group.

Yuffie smiled at one of them. "Mind if we join you?"

"Not at all," the boy she'd spoken to replied.

Vincent killed the engine and thrust out the kickstand. Yuffie snuggled into his chest, smiling brightly as the other bikers all tossed their speakers into a pile. Supposedly, doing that made it seem louder.

Vincent knew from experience that the idea was a shitty one. He declined to toss his speaker in. The other bikers gave him odd looks. He, being himself, ignored them.

"Are you sure about this, Rod?"'

"'Course, Mint-baby."

Vincent smirked. This might just be fun.

ii.

Yuffie settled her back into Vincent's chest. It had been ages since she'd seen this movie, and she didn't want to miss anything.

Vincent rested his chin on the top of her head. First his right arm and then his left reached around her shoulders. He was pulling her close, as though she were a plush Chicobo.

"Scared?" One of the other bikers taunted.

Vincent didn't turn his head, so he must have rolled one eye to look at the other man.

The other biker said nothing further.

On screen, Yuffie noted, Mary Alice was walking down a darkened hallway. Any person who had seen the movie before would know exactly where she was going: the library.

"Don't go into the library," Yuffie murmured. "Don't go into the library."

She heard Mint, Rod's apparent girlfriend, was muttering the same thing.

Vincent pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Don't do that, Vinnie!" She hissed. "Not unless you want me to call you Daddy!"

Mary Alice walked into the library.

Yuffie winced, squinting at the screen. Six months with Vincent desensitized you to most gore, but still...

Something pushed Mary Alice up against the librarian's desk. Mary Alice screamed. It was a ridiculous tinny sound, when it came from the speaker.

Yuffie looked up and saw that Vincent had begun to smirk.

Vincent's lips found their way to her earlobe. He began to nibble.

"They don't really scream like that."

Yuffie gasped. Her hand reached out, desperate for contact with him.

Mint tossed them a dirty look.

A shadowy figure duct taped Mary Alice's hands above her head.

Please don't! Mary Alice begged in her tinny voice. Please, for the love of God... I'll do anything you want, just don't—

The villain's voice wasn't tinny in the slightest. It rumbled, a deep, enchanting (in Yuffie's opinion) baritone.

—And if you're already doing everything I want?

Oh god, Mary Alice moaned. Oh god, please don't kill me. Please don't kill me!

But the shadowy figure withdrew a chainsaw from apparently nowhere. He revved it up a couple of times.

Was it ridiculous to notice that the chainsaw sounded like Vincent's motorcycle?

Mint gasped.

The chainsaw bit into Mary Alice's flesh, humming and buzzing. Vividly red blood flew across the screen.

All throughout the parking lot, young women screamed and buried their heads in their boyfriends' shoulders.

Yuffie settled for a slight gasp. She turned around to look at Vincent. When she saw the wide grin on his face, she couldn't help but trace the line of his jaw with a finger.

The shadowy figure tossed Mary Alice's corpse to the floor.

Yuffie re-traced the path of her finger with her tongue.

Vincent shuddered.

Yuffie could feel Vincent's erection poking into her. The knowledge that even Vincent felt such things at socially unacceptable times made her smile.

The chainsaw muderder began to cut the pieces of Mary Alice's corpse, resulting in more blood spatter.

Mint, as well as several other biker girlfriends, screamed and turned her head away. Yuffie looked over at them, disgusted. She'd been more afraid that the chainsaw murderer would RAPE Mary Alice, since this was the unedited version.

Vincent released his hold on her earlobe, making Yuffie whine. But she found herself smirking a private little smirk when he tossed back his head and laughed.

Yet more dirty looks.

Yuffie could hear Vincent trying to stop. But it was obvious that he couldn't. He was laughing hysterically, tears pouring from his eyes.

"What's so funny, jerkoff?" Rod demanded.

Yuffie felt her heartbeat speed up. Vincent wouldn't hesitate to get into a fight. Killing people was how he worshipped Chaos, and they'd been traveling without killing anybody for some time now.

"This movie," Vincent replied.

"What do you mean, this movie is funny?!"

"I'd think the meaning was obvious. I find this movie funny."

"And what's so funny about it?"

Vincent shrugged, then straightened. Something in him seemed to have snapped.

"Vincent?" Yuffie poked him. "(This isn't the best place)," she whispered.

"Would you like to take this somewhere else, boy?" Vincent demanded.

"Yeah, how does out-fucking-side sound, old man?"

Vincent inclined his head. "Sounds fine."

The Black Shadow gunned to life.

So did the Harley Davidson on which Rod rode. "Come on, Pulsar Inferno Typhoon Omega, let's show this guy who's boss, eh?"

Vincent rolled his eyes. "You name your bike? How... childish."

"Yeah, well at least Rod's not some sort of psycho impersonal bastard!" Mint snarled.

The two bikes zipped from the drive-through.

Yuffie closed her eyes. This was going to get ugly. So ugly.

iii.

Vincent led the boy on a rather merry chase through the darkened streets of Midgar. He could hear the boy swearing behind him. Normal men, he knew, wouldn't have been able to hear it.

At length, he pulled the purring bike to a stop outside a church.

In the back of his mind, Chaos grinned a predatory smile. This... this... boy had no idea what he was in for.

Yuffie cradled herself against him. She tightened her arms and legs around him, whimpering in pleasure as he slipped one hand into her entirely too-short shorts.

He kicked out the kickstand, teasing Yuffie a little more, then slid his hand from her shorts and kissed her lightly on the nose.

He unholstered the Outsider, loaded it, and tossed it in the boy's direction.

"Well? Do you at least know how to use it?"

The boy nodded. He cocked the hammer of the gun. Vincent felt his cock twitch at the expression on the other girl's face.

Chaos wanted to... Ugh, no. That was disgusting. He didn't want... Ugh. No.

The boy's finger trembled on the trigger.

Vincent moved. The first thing he did was rip the Outsider from the boy's hand.

Rod, Chaos murmured. His name is Rod, and the girl is Mint, and he likes to take her with her face down.

He tossed the Outsider behind him. It clattered to rest at Yuffie's feet.

"Rod, what are you doing?" Mint cried.

That expression of fear on her face was only arousing him more. What the hell was wrong with him? How was he supposed to fight with any sort of clarity of mind if he a...?

Rod threw a punch. Had Vincent been anybody else, that punch would have knocked him unconscious. But Vincent had extraordinary strength.

In the real world, that punch was far from enough.

Vincent caught Rod's next punch, twisted the redhead's arm until he heard a crunch. Satisfying.

God, he was hard. Chaos's sick desires didn't seem have so sick anymore. Now they were... appealing.

How warped was he?

Rod started screaming, trying to get away. "All right, I give! I give! Jesus, okay, I'm a kid, I'm sorry for insulting you, I give!"

Vincent released him.

Rod stumbled back to his bike.

A single slap with his left hand, more like a tap, really, bloodied Rod's lips.

Vincent watched the blood run down Rod's jaw, fascinated. Why in the hell did he want to kiss that blood away?

This wasn't possible. He wasn't interested in men. So why did he want to kiss Rod? To slide his tongue between those bloodied lips and pull Rod close?

Mentally snarling, Vincent slugged Rod again. He continued to hit the younger boy, his fists making satisfying sounds against the boy's flesh. He kept on striking out until Rod made a single gasping sound.

Vincent blinked when he realized that he had just beaten the boy to death. His hands were covered in Rod's blood.

"Oh my god!" Mint cried. "Oh my god oh my god--- Rod Starrin! Rod Starrin, you open your eyes right fucking now! Rod!"

The redheaded girl tugged on her boyfriend, shook him.

"Please, for the love of god, sweetie, please wake up. For the love of god, quit joking around on me!"

"Don't bother. He's dead."

She's not wearing any underwear, Chaos taunted. She wanted Rod to get lucky tonight...

Shut up, Vincent swore.

God, he was so hard it hurt.

No.

He wasn't a rapist. He was murderer, but he wasn't a rapist. He wasn't going to take some 18 year old girl against her will. No matter WHAT Chaos wanted, he wasn't willing to do that.

"Do you love him?" Vincent asked.

"Yes, of course I do!" Mint screamed. "I gave up my virginity to him! I'm wearing his high school ring! I ride that stupid dangerous bike with him! How couldn't I love him?!"

"Do you want to live without him?"

Mint sniffled up at him, then looked back at her lover. She tossed a single lock of red hair behind her shoulder. "No... No, I don't. He's made my life so much better..."

Vincent reached out with one hand. His hand landed just above her heart. He could feel her pulse beat rapidly from fear. His fingers clenched in her shirt, then began to dig into her skin. Her heartbeat sped up, frantic.

She feared him, and god, that turned him on.

His hand clenched around her rapidly beating heart. With one quick jerk, he severed it from her chest. This should have been impossible, but it seemed Chaos was pleased.

He reached out with his tongue, licking the dark blood from the muscle he held in his hand.

He turned to Yuffie. "Want a snack?"

Yuffie looked sickened. "A human heart? No thanks."

She drew closer. Vincent could see how her pupils had dilated.

She slipped her arms around his waist, undoing the zipper of his jeans with her teeth. "I much prefer... other organs," she said thickly.

Vincent threw back his head and moaned.