He never grew tired of the sight. Sephiroth, beautiful, beautiful Sephiroth, lying in a pool of his own silver hair as he slept. How peaceful he was when those Jenova fused eyes closed to the world. Vincent was contented just listening to his angel breathe. The young man had become much happier since the pair began sharing a bed. Sephiroth often smiled in his sleep now, pleasant dreams of love and laughter to replace the nightmares of loneliness and abuse. Every moment with his angel was a highly treasured memory. The Turk could easily stay frozen in time, simply watching Sephiroth peacefully sleep.

    The Turk was tired, yes, very from the night's activities. But still, looking down upon his angel he found the energy to remain awake. A moment away from Sephiroth, even in sleep besides him made him unhappy. Even the dreams couldn't come close to what it felt like to hold him, kiss him or gaze upon him. Every second missed with Sephiroth reminded him that their time together would someday end. Vincent wasn't about to let a second go wasted.

    Sephiroth snuggled closer to his sleeping Turk. Beautiful, beautiful Vincent....they could never be close enough. The young man rested his head on his lover's chest and smiled contentedly at the sound of his beloved's pure heart drumming rhymically. His breathing was so slow and soothing, Sephiroth sighed happily, thanking whatever fate had brought them together a million times over. Vincent stirred slightly, smiling in his sleep. The young man wondered if his lover was dreaming of them together, as they were now and always would be. Passionately he covered the Turk's face in light kisses. Oh I wish this would never end....forever and ever for all eternity I could hold him, and kiss him and love him. My Vincent....

    The young man yawned, but refused to dream. The real Vincent, with his soft black hair, cool skin and soothing heartbeat was far better than any dream that could come to him. Sephiroth never, ever wanted to be separated from Vincent--even in sleep. Why if he could melt into his beloved Turk, he most certainly would.

    Vincent's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled upon seeing his angel. Sephiroth practically melted inside. It was little moments like that smile that kept him awake at night.

    "Angel, I was trying to stay up to see you."

    Sephiroth bent down to kiss the older man. "I woke to see you."

    Vincent returned the kiss and said, "I love being with you, angel."

    The young man smiled and replied, "I always want to be with you like this."

    The Turk wrapped his arms around his young lover's waist, pulling him down on top of him so they were heart to heart. They could each feel their lover's heart beating for them as it always would.

    "Can't we stay this way forever?" sighed the younger man.

    "No," replied Vincent, running his fingers through his angel's flowing silver hair. "But we can relive it all. Over and over and over again."

    "Let's not sleep," Sephiroth requested, kissing Vincent yet again. "I want to look into your eyes, my Vincent."

    "And I want to look into yours," replied the older man, "I don't want to miss a moment together with you, my angel."

    Sephiroth said, "dreams aren't enough."

    Vincent agreed. "No. Not nearly."

    Sephiroth kissed Vincent again, moaning happily as Vincent returned the gesture. But when the Turk shut his eyes to saver his lover's lips, the younger man drew away.

    Vincent was startled. "Is something wrong, my angel?"

    Sephiroth whispered, "don't close your eyes, and don't fall asleep. That way, we won't miss a thing."

    Vincent smiled, drawing his angel into another passionate kiss. "Wonderful."