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Who: Vincent Valentine and Isaack
When: Just after Vincent's arrival
What: Isaack's welcoming party
Where: Rec Room
Rating: R for Violence

Vincent was disgusted at the fact that he was in prison. It was not his fault and he was extremely angry at those who didn't believe him. Resting against a wall with a book in his hand, Vincent was silent in the Rec Room. There was nothing of interest here, not that he wanted anything down here.

 

Isaack was bored. Really bored. He was sore, and a bit pissed aswell. He headed into the rec room to watch some TV when he spotted the new guy;" Heh, new fish" His Romanian voice was deep, silver blue eyes staring.

 

At the voice, Vincent simply twitched his nose, not even bothering to look up. He would not allow someone to call him a fish; simply, he would ignore them.

 

Isaack raised an eyebrow. "It’s not polite not to reply"

 

"It is not polite to call someone a 'fish'." He replied, still looking to his book.

 

"It’s a slang for new prisoner, idiot." He moved closer, "Look at me"

 

"Calling someone an idiot is impolite, also." He answered. As he was ordered to look up, he did so. A dark glare on his face.

 

Isaack’s light intense eyes met the dark glare with amusement "Quite the bitch, aren’t you?" he snickered.

 

Vincent's red eyes narrowed. "Bitch is as bitch does. And you are?" He tilted his head, his long black hair shifting to cover an eye.

 

"I am Isaack." he smirked, eyes looking the other over. He was a pretty thing. "What is its name?"

 

"My name is of no importance. Yet, it is Valentine. Vincent Valentine." He replied, closing his book. He knew reading was no longer an option.

 

Isaack gave a snicker. "Your name is *valentine*?! Wow your parents must have hated you."

 

"It’s their family name, also. I can't change their name." He replied, raising an eyebrow. His deep voice was darker than normal. He felt threatened.

 

he should. Isaack was towering over him. "That must suck ass." he grinned. "Does it scream well?"

 

"It? Are you referring to yourself? That is also impolite in conversation." He put his book down and stood straight.

 

"I am referring to it" he looked at him, teeth bared in a grin.

 

"Again, you are making very little sense. It? There are many 'its' in the room." He replied, beginning to get quite annoyed.

 

"It is it" e grinned, moving to make a grab for him.

 

As he was grabbed, Vincent quickly gripped Isaack's wrist and performed a Judo flip on him, tossing him over his shoulder.

 

Isaack crashed into the floor, quite surprised by this. His shoulder hurt. "The little bitch can stick it." He laughed, getting to his feet.

 

Vincent glared at him, pausing in the stance he was in before returning to stand normally. "You'd do well to just back down."

 

"I don’t think so." he grinned, trying again.

 

At this next grip, Vincent twisted around and tugged at Isaack's arm, pushing it up his back before pushing him forward and away. "Tedious." He commented.

 

Isaack stumbled, nearly falling. he was grinning now, having fun. he attacked again, trying to kick the others legs out under him.

 

Vincent jumped up, despite being caught in the knee by Isaack's foot. Barely registering the pain, he steadied himself. "What is the point of this?"

 

"I like it." he smirked, flinging his hand after the other.

 

The hit caught Vincent around his face and he groaned slightly. He returned it, however; punching Isaack in the stomach at his hardest ability. A damn vicious strike.

 

Isaack toppled over, gasping for breath, staying down. That hurt like hell.

 

"Are we done?" He asked, brushing some hair from his eyes as he stood near enough to see him but not close enough to be pulled down.

 

Isaack nodded. "You’ve gained my respect...” he spoke choked.

 

"I am so exceedingly elated." He replied sarcastically, holding a hand out for Isaack to pull himself up by.

 

Isaack took it, getting up still hunched. "Oohh... I almost feel like throwing up. To be so small, you have strength, Vincent."

 

"Size is not everything." He replied, still glaring from behind his thick black hair. He was not sure whether to believe him just yet.

 

"Id say." he straightened more, grunting. "Ooh. My belly is turning blue:"

 

"My apologies. I did not intend to hit so hard." He brushed some hair from his eyes, looking at Isaack's face properly.

 

"Nah, its okay. I only respect those who is willing to kill me" he smirked." Isaack Brie" he reached out a hand. His name had once been all over the news.

 

"Mm. Your name precedes your face." He replied, shaking his hand quite quickly before pulling back again.

 

"I know. My face was never depictured." he smiled. "What have you done?"

 

"Nothing, in honesty. Not that most believe me." He replied. Vincent stretched slightly. "Are you the welcoming committee?"

 

"So far, yeah."

 

"Hm. Not the nicest of welcomes." He commented, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing away.

 

"I’m never nice."

 

"Yet, after I put you on the floor, you speak as though we’re the best of friends?" He almost laughed at that.

 

"I only befriend those who can kill me. " he smirked. "I do not friend with weak people."

 

"Friends are what give us strength. You would do well to learn that." He leaned against the wall again.

 

"Still, friends need to prove themselves to me. Yu are my friend, I will listen to your words, and I will protect yo"

 

"I do not need protection." He snapped, instantly moving away to sit on a chair. He sat rather in a feminine way, crossing one leg over the other, still keeping his arms folded.

 

"In here you do, people will slip your drugs if you are to strong for them"'

 

"Is that your style, Briel?" He asked, using Isaack true surname, knowing it from the news and knowing a little about Romania.

 

"I don’t slip people drugs" e replied. "And if I do, I tell them first" He frowned at the use of his Romanian pronunciation

 

"Interesting." He shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. He was still really uncomfortable with the entire prison.

 

"It’s a good place all in all, as long as you are strong:"

 

"Strong enough to floor you, am I not?" He snapped, drawing his knees up to his chest. He was rather feminine, despite how strong he was.

 

"Yes, yes you are. You are quite girly though, to be so strong"

 

"Girly? You are pushing your luck, Romanian." He growled, tensing up at the words Isaack spoke.

 

"You have to see it yourself. Or are you not used to a mirror?" he snickered.

 

"Be kind and keep your mouth quiet. Your voice is annoying me." He snapped, getting up to leave.

 

he laughed." You will hear my voice as long as I feel like talking. I won’t shut up just because you tell me to"

 

His hips swayed as he walked towards the door. "Then say something else!" He replied, his deep voice ringing.

 

"Thihi. Girly"

 

Vincent turned and landed another punch in Isaack's face. He was sensitive to being called girly.

 

Isaack heard his nose give a crush, and he flung his fist back to, equally as fast.

 

Vincent was hit in the jaw and he stepped back, panting as he spat out blood. "Your aggravate me enough to make me violent. I think I shall keep away from you."

 

"Violent is fung and good" he replied, nose pouring blood.

 

Vincent, licked the blood from his pale lips, looking most like a vampire than a normal man. "Perhaps." A slight smirk appeared on his face.

 

He took hold of his own nose, pulling it back in place, squeezing it to stop the bleed.

 

Wincing slightly at Isaack's actions, he glanced away. "Well. Are we done here?"

 

"Maybe, Can I fuck you now?" he asked crudely.

 

Vincent raised an eyebrow, blinking a few times. "What?" He honestly thought he'd heard wrong. He was sure Isaack's accent had made him hear something completely wrong.

 

He grinned "You heard me"

 

"Perhaps I did not. Repeat yourself, I may be hard of hearing." He replied, looking at Isaack with his blood coloured eyes.

 

he grinned again. "I said: ‘can I fuck you now'. "

 

"Did you really? Then I heard correctly." He blinked a few times before crossing his arms. "Why?"

 

"Why? Because you are hot, that’s why."

 

"Hot. As in, attractive? Hm. Are you blind?" He tilted his head slightly, frowning. He honestly found his own appearance vulgar.

 

"Blind? No, Last I checked, my vision was perfect, and yes, as in attractive."

 

"You are a man of terrible taste." He shook his head, still tasting the blood in his mouth, a slight smile because of it.

 

"Not really, My taste in men is agreed upon by many in here." he moved closer, wiping the blood away from his nose.

 

Vincent couldn't quite see how he would be found attractive. It puzzled him enough for him to not notice Isaack move closer.

 

Isaack suddenly pushed him against the wall, kissing him.

 

Isaack's actions made Vincent panic and he brought his hand up under Isaack's chin, pushing his head up. "What on earth...?!"

 

Isaack smirked down on him, "I don’t lie. You are hot"

 

"You seriously need to get some glasses." He replied.

 

"I don’t need them. I know attractiveness when I see it" he took a gentle hold of the others hand which had been pushing at his chin, and resumed the kiss.

 

Vincent jerked back and hit his head on the wall. With a wince, he pushed at Isaack's chest. "I don't want this. Stop..." He frowned.

 

Isaack was not that easy to push away. "Why not? I know I’m a good kisser" he let his fingers search up to a pressure point, just like he had done with Balthier the time he plucked his flower.

 

His reaction was a squirm and he gasped, closing his eyes tightly with a groan. "Remove your hand or I shall remove it for you." He growled. He wasn't used to that sort of attention.

 

"Is it really so bad?"

 

He glared at Isaack, not really having an answer. "Yes. It is." He replied, wanting the attention to stop.

 

Isaack pushed him into one last kiss, before pulling away. "Well, if you decide to change your mind...”

 

"I won't." He snapped before slipping out of the larger man's grasp.

 

"Oh don’t say that." he smirked, feeling his groin twinge.

 

Vincent raised an eyebrow, walking backwards to the door. "Perhaps I'm straight, did you think that?"

 

He looked at te other" With you appearance? I doubt it very much. And f you are, you will go gay soon, like everyone else"

 

"And if I'm married and simply want to wait until visitation times? Forget it. I'm not into men." He snapped before bumping against the door.

 

Isaack laughed. "I doubt it very much, but fine for now. Have fun."

 

Vincent shrugged and turned, stepping out of the door. He was in a really bad mood now.

 

Isaack smirked, sitting down to watch TV.