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Punishment	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer, well okay, like I put in the summary, this is about two MALES! If that bothers you, just go back from whence you came! NC, M/M,ORAL,ANAL. There, I think that about sums it up. And I don't own Final Fantasy, obviously, nor do I make a dime off of it. There ya' go.

Punishment

By Kristen Williams

Vincent was standing up on deck of the Highwind as it made its way through the night air toward the North Crater. Everyone else was below deck, mulling around attempting to come up with any sort of strategy for the coming day, but Vincent saw no need to be a part of that. None of them had any real grasp of what they were going to be getting themselves into, and to Vincent all of their talk just seemed to be a huge waste of time. Maybe pretending that they knew what they were doing made them feel better, but nothing could help Vincent. Nothing.

Vincent remained perfectly still as he heard the door to the deck open up some distance behind him. The noise of a lighter being flicked, along with the slight sound of a cigarette being lit told him without looking who was there. Cid and Vincent didn�t get along, and he couldn�t help but wonder what the pilot was doing up here this late. In fact, they had just had a small fight on the bridge a few hours before, from which Vincent was now sporting a few sutures in his temple. He wanted nothing to do with Cid.

Cid strolled over to where Vincent was slouched against the rail, staring at the ground passing below. He leaned on the railing with one arm, using the other to pull the cigarette from his lips. "Hey, Vince."

Vincent straightened up to his full height, which was considerably more than Cid, and gave him a brief sidelong glance. He didn�t respond verbally, not wishing to expend the energy on this man.

"Silent treatment still, huh?" Cid asked, taking another drag. "That�s fine, it�ll give you a chance to hear me out without interrupting."

Now Vincent was intrigued. What Cid could possibly have to talk to him about he did not know. He turned just the slightest bit so he could look at the man next to him, narrowing his crimson eyes as he wondered what was going on.

"I know you don�t like me, and God damn it, I don�t like you either, at least not personality wise," Cid said, the faintest hint of embarrassment in his voice. "But you are beautiful, you know."

Now Vincent was thoroughly stymied. Did Cid just say I was beautiful?

Cid looked back out at the sky. "I think all of us are a little stressed about tomorrow. Hell, I could hear Tifa and Cloud going at it like there was no tomorrow in their quarters a little while ago, and maybe they�re right."

Vincent knitted his brow, his confusion growing deeper. He wished Cid would just get to the point, whatever it was.

"It got me a little worked up to hear that." Cid took another long drag, then letting the smoke curl up slowly from his lips as he went on. "And I can�t sleep when I�m worked up like that."

"So why are you here?" Vincent asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Certainly Cid wasn�t coming on to him, or so he thought.

"Trust me, if there was a decent available female on board I wouldn�t be." Cid laughed a bit to himself, his nervousness showing. "But like I said, Tifa�s off with Cloud, and quite frankly, Yuffie gives me the creeps."

Vincent suddenly caught on to what was happening, and turned his gaze back out into the night. He felt the warmth of color come to his cheeks and he hung his head, hoping that his hair would fall down and disguise this fact.

"Look, I don�t really expect you to accept my offer, but I just had to throw it out there." Cid tossed the remainder of his cigarette into the void before them. "I�ll be in my room if you decide that you could use it too, and I think you could. Think it over."

Vincent again didn�t respond as Cid turned and went back below deck. His heart was pounding from the extreme fear within him at the moment. He had never been propositioned by someone like that before, and didn�t really know how he should respond. After a few moments of being alone and managing to regain some measure of composure, Vincent was somewhat embarrassed to realize that he was aroused, very aroused.

Consciously, the thought of being with Cid didn�t appeal to him in the least, but his body had different ideas. It would be torturous to actually give in and go to Cid and Vincent sighed. "Maybe I should� This could be part of my punishment, to be forced to become the lover of the person I despise the most-- repayment for my abandonment of Lucrecia to Hojo."

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Vincent slowly made his way below deck, his human hand shaking in his dread of what he was about to go through. When he reached Cid�s door, he extended his trembling hand and opened it. He quickly stepped in closing the door behind him, afraid that anyone might see.

Cid sat at the far end of his room, a newspaper held up before him. He didn�t respond to Vincent�s entrance for several moments, only doing so after he had finished his cigarette and extinguished it in the small ashtray on the table next to his chair. "I knew you�d show up. Sit down."

Vincent obeyed and sat in the chair opposite to where Cid was. He folded his hands in his lap, and stared down at them. His heart was racing again in his absolute mortification.

Cid finally folded the newspaper and set it down on the table next to the ashtray. "So, you ever done this before?"

Vincent couldn�t bring himself to make eye contact with Cid. He was going to lie, deciding not to count the times that Hojo had taken advantage of him in the lab or the time when he had been fifteen years old and given a prostitute by his uncle. His voice quivering, he whispered, "Not with a man� Only Lucrecia-- once."

Cid cocked an eyebrow. "Practically a virgin, huh?"

Vincent sighed, "Yeah."

Cid slid from his chair and knelt before Vincent. He placed his hands on the raven-haired man�s knees. "You don�t have to do this, you know."

"I know." Vincent closed his eyes, realizing that he was getting an erection again. He kept his hands folded in his lap, obscuring this fact from Cid.

Cid reached up with one hand and pushed back some of the tendrils of hair that were obscuring Vincent�s face. "I don�t know why you always hide behind all of this. You really are beautiful."

Vincent turned his head slightly to the side, again feeling a blush come to his cheeks. No one had ever commented on him as such, and he didn�t know how to feel.

Cid sighed, realizing the deep reservations Vincent was holding. The pilot slowly reached up and pulled the red strip of fabric away that Vincent always kept woven through his hair, allowing it to fall freely. He ran both his hands through the black locks, and pulled Vincent forward slightly.

Vincent had his eyes closed, and kept them that way as he felt Cid�s lips meet his own. Cid�s smoky and musty scent filled Vincent�s nostrils, causing his state of arousal to come to the point of painfulness. He parted his lips, allowing Cid to invade him, running his tongue against his own. How or why Cid was having this effect on him he did not know.

Cid grew pleased to feel Vincent starting to give into him. He continued to keep his mouth engaged with Vincent�s as he let his hands slowly begin to trail downwards. His fingers first found the buckles to Vincent�s cloak and he quickly undid them so he could push the heavy garment off Vincent�s shoulders. Vincent leaned forward slightly, allowing Cid to get the cloak off of him.

Cid pulled back for a moment, and reached up to run a finger across Vincent�s lower lip. "I need you to be relaxed so I can do what I need to do to you, okay?"

Vincent opened his eyes and nodded slightly. "Okay."

"I�m going to do something for you now, and I want you to just give in to it, understand?" Cid�s statement was more of an order.

Again, Vincent just nodded; wondering what Cid was about to do.

Cid smiled to himself and leaned forward, his lips again meeting Vincent�s with a renewed urgency. His hands slid to where the two belts were cinched around Vincent�s narrow waist. He had them undone in an instant and pulled, ripping them both away and casting them to the floor.

Vincent gasped quietly, pulling back from Cid�s kiss for a moment. The reality that this was really going to happen was setting in, and his fear resurfaced. Involuntarily, his entire body began to tremble.

Cid looked into Vincent�s eyes, while continuing to work upon the waistline of those ever-present black cargo pants. "Why are you so scared?"

Vincent dropped his gaze to the side, embarrassment overcoming him as he felt the small zipper below his waist being opened. "I� I don�t know."

The corner of Cid�s mouth curled up into a wicked sneer as his hand slipped beneath Vincent�s boxers. His fingers expertly grasped his would-be lover�s cock and he began to stroke it slowly. "Do you want me to stop?"

If Cid had asked maybe a moment before Vincent could have said yes but now being touched like he was, any resistance he may have felt melted away leaving him completely at the pilot�s mercy. "No�"

"Good, because it gets better," Cid said, again pressing his lips to Vincent�s. After a few moments he pulled back from his lover�s mouth and sank down further. He let his tongue graze the end of Vincent�s length for a moment, causing the ivory skinned man to gasp and tense up.

Vincent�s metal claw tore into the fabric covering the arm of the chair as he felt himself pulled completely into Cid�s mouth. He found himself biting his bottom lip in an attempt to suppress his urge to come into Cid�s throat.

A little known secret, and for good reason, was that when it came to oral pleasure, Cid was very good. He was able to take Vincent�s entire cock into his mouth and down into his throat. Cid worked on Vincent slowly, wanting him to get as much out of this as possible.

Vincent writhed where he sat, barely able to control himself during Cid�s stimulation. This was something that had never been done to him before, by a man or woman. The sensation was intense and unconsciously he took his human hand and placed it into Cid�s hair, pushing him down harder.

Cid was pleased to feel Vincent starting to respond to his actions and could tell by the way that Vincent�s cock was getting slightly bigger that he was about to lose control. He sped up the movements of his tongue and mouth, wanting to push his lover over the edge.

The moment was approaching, and Vincent at first threw his head back as an overwhelming urge to scream was caught in his throat and then slumped forward, intentionally holding Cid still while he came, not feeling as though he could withstand anymore stimulation.

Cid purred, quite self-satisfied to have brought the stoic man to this. As Vincent�s load was let into his throat, Cid swallowed, taking everything down his lover gave to him greedily. Cid continued to keep Vincent in his mouth until he felt him relax and pull his hand away that had been forcing him onward.

As Cid sat up, he wiped his bottom lip with the back of his hand. "Feeling a little less tense?"

Vincent collapsed into the chair, not believing what he had just allowed. He kept his eyes closed unable to look at Cid, too ashamed of what had taken place. He just sighed, knowing now Cid would expect something in return-- something he wasn�t certain he could give.

Cid reached out and placed a hand beneath Vincent�s chin, begging him to look. "Vincent?"

Giving in to the pilot�s demanding tone, Vincent opened his eyes and met Cid�s blue ones. "What?"

"Strip," he said simply.

Vincent felt his trembling start anew, fearing what Cid had in mind. He remained frozen in his seat, unable to comply.

Cid got up and reached out, taking Vincent�s human hand and pulling him up as well. "It�s too late to be shy."

With the waist to his pants already undone they immediately fell to the ground. Vincent had to do a slightly awkward maneuver to slip off his boots so he could get his pants off the rest of the way and was forced to lean on Cid for support. Once that was done, he began to unbutton his shirt, again averting his eyes in his shame.

Cid took a step back and watched as Vincent finally was freed of his shirt and let it slide off his shoulders and onto the ground with the rest of his clothes. Vincent�s body was thin and birdlike, and he had never gotten an appreciation before of how very delicate the gunman was under all the garments he normally wore. As he continued to eye his prey, he started to remove his own clothing.

Feeling Cid�s eyes burning into him, Vincent made a half hearted effort to cover himself with his hands but found them quickly knocked away as the pilot wouldn�t allow Vincent to hide.

Once freed of his clothing, Cid reached out and pulled Vincent to him for another kiss. Vincent was a little more relaxed after what he had already gone through, but the pilot knew that his would-be lover was still tense enough that what he had in mind was going to hurt. Nonetheless, Cid finally backed away from Vincent�s lips and gave him an order. "Go over to the side of the bed and get on your knees."

Vincent�s crimson eyes met Cid�s for the briefest moment, begging for a reprieve from this situation, but he wouldn�t get it. This had already gone too far for Vincent to back out now, even if that meant that Cid would have to force him. Hanging his head in defeat, Vincent did as ordered and knelt at the side of the bed.

Cid smiled to himself at Vincent�s complete submission to him. He walked slowly over to where Vincent was and sank to his knees next to him. Reaching an arm out, he took Vincent and pulled him close using his other hand to turn Vincent�s head enough that he could kiss him again.

Vincent kept his eyes closed and accepted Cid�s invasion of his mouth. The pilot�s tongue grazed briefly against his causing electricity to run through his body. He felt something press against his right hip and quickly realized without looking that it was Cid�s now stiffened cock. He tried to wriggle away weakly, but Cid held him, preventing his escape.

Cid let his lips wander from Vincent�s mouth and moved down to his neck at the same time moving his body around as to press his chest against Vincent�s back. One of his hands silently made its way over to his nightstand and he pulled forth a small vial. Expertly he uncapped the tiny bottle and poured several drops of its oily contents onto the tips of the fingers of his right hand.

Vincent remained perfectly still trembling in his anxiety over what was about to happen. He caught his breath and gasped in shock as he felt Cid�s hands part him and jumped slightly as the lubricant was gently applied to his opening.

Cid brought his left hand up from the task he had preformed and placed it on the middle of Vincent�s back applying just enough pressure to force the other man to lean forward onto the bed.

Vincent rested upon his elbows staring straight down at the mattress before him. He found himself holding his breath and tensed as he realized that Cid was attempting to slide one of his fingers into him. He threw his head back and bit his bottom lip as the alien sensation ran through him.

Cid growled to himself in anticipation as he felt Vincent relax just the slightest bit allowing his finger to slide in the rest of the way. He thrust it gently a few times watching to see Vincent�s reaction.

The sensation was strange, both somehow painful and yet not. The longer Vincent was exposed to the feeling the less it hurt and Cid was surprisingly delicate with his touch. But Vincent knew this was just Cid�s relatively thin finger not the considerably larger thing that he kept feeling graze against his hip and rear.

Cid leaned forward, placing his mouth beside Vincent�s left ear. "How�s that?"

Vincent made no answer, unable to as he was still attempting to negotiate the novel sensation.

The pilot purred to himself and then angled his finger just a little differently, suddenly applying pressure against the sensitive gland deep within Vincent�s body.

The shock this threw through his system forced Vincent to cry out and reach back with his human hand grabbing Cid�s right wrist, preventing him from further movement. "Cid!"

Slowly Cid removed his hand from Vincent enjoying how the other man shuddered as he did so. He looked down around noticing that Vincent again had an erection. "I think you�re starting to like this."

Vincent had been so focused on what Cid was doing to him that he had failed to realize that his body was betraying the fact that this was on some level becoming enjoyable. He again was unable to respond to Cid.

Cid saw his opportunity to distract Vincent long enough for him to do what he wanted. His left hand snaked around Vincent�s body and he grasped Vincent�s cock, slowly starting to stroke it.

Vincent again closed his eyes as the feeling of Cid�s manipulations of him started to overtake his mind. At first he didn�t realize that Cid�s other hand was again parting his buttocks but when he felt the end of Cid�s length pressed up against him he tensed, dreading the inevitable.

Cid knew he needed to get Vincent past the initial shock of entrance quickly before he grew too tense. In one fluid and deliberate motion, Cid pushed his way into Vincent�s tight ass.

Again Vincent cried out, allowing the metal talons of his claw to stab down into the mattress before him. His other hand grasped desperately at the sheets as the burn and pain of Cid�s cock inside him drove him close to madness.

There was an incredible pleasure that ran through Cid at seeing Vincent�s pathetic and futile attempts at escape. His original intent was to go slow to try and prevent his partner from further discomfort but with the way he was enjoying Vincent�s obvious agony he knew that he would come quickly. Cid thrust his cock fast and hard into Vincent, continuing to stroke at the other man�s erection in time with his movements. He slipped his free arm around Vincent�s waist holding him tightly, unwilling to allow his escape.

Each of Cid�s stabs into him caused Vincent to audibly plead for him to stop. There was pleasure within the pain he was feeling, but his distress went beyond what Cid was doing to him. His mind was involuntarily flashing back to moments in the lab that he had long since forgotten. The memories of Hojo raping him repeatedly blocked out any of the enjoyable sensations that he might otherwise have felt. Tears of shame and pain ran down his cheeks as he continued to grapple helplessly at the bed before him. He realized by the feeling within him that Cid was getting close to climax.

There was a sweat breaking across Cid�s body as he continued to work, knowing that his time was soon arriving. With his few last and very forceful thrusts, he felt his boiling seed fire from him and into his lover�s body. Realizing that Vincent wasn�t going to be able to experience another orgasm under the circumstances he allowed his hand to fall away from his cock. Reluctantly he withdrew from Vincent�s body.

Vincent, now freed from the pain slumped forward against the bed burying his face into the sheets. His shaking hands pulled the blankets to his eyes attempting to dry his tears in his shame. Another level of suffering had now been added to his punishment. The torture he had felt in his soul during the act had outshone the pain of his body.

Cid stood up a little unsteadily, still spent from his activity. He walked over to where he had thrown his clothes onto the floor and got dressed. Glancing back over at the bed he realized that Vincent was still as he had left him. In one swoop, Cid picked up all of the other man�s clothes and then threw them forcefully at Vincent. "Get dressed and get the hell out. I�m going out for a smoke before bed and I don�t want you here when I get back and I sure as hell don�t want you telling anyone about this."

Vincent looked up through his tear filled eyes as Cid strode from the room, slamming the door behind him. He had been used, and just as quickly thrown away. Somehow, there had been a part of him searching for more from this and Vincent found himself deserving of this abandonment.
Slowly, he rose and donned his clothing before opening the door to the room. He quickly looked up and down the hall making sure that everything was clear. Knowing that no one could see him he ran quickly, going down to the engine room and locking himself in. He remained there huddled in the corner until the ship came to a stop over the crater the next day. It took that long for him to quit crying, and if there was one thing that Vincent wasn�t going to allow it was to have anyone see him with tears in his eyes.
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