Hooked

Disclaimer: I do not own final fantasy, I do not own any of the characters, the plot, any of the places, or any of the games [Sadly enough, I just play my friends’ copies] but yeah, like I said, I don’t own the characters, but I can still make them do things. Hopefully good sexy, adorable, and smutty things, but things none the less.

But now it is time for me to end my rambling and give you all what you clicked this link to receive, I hope you enjoy.
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Hooked
Chapter 1: Basic needs…

There was a bit of a chill in the hotel, the distant noises from the park only adding to the whimsical creepiness of the spooky hotel. While the others looked genuinely out of place, the crimson cloaked ex-Turk looked like he had been crafted specifically to be on display here.

It seemed that affairs and arrangements had been made and the group had been paired off, two to a room. They all dispersed, talking amongst themselves. The craggy pilot looked at the brooding figure against the wall, cursing his luck to have to have to share a room with the dour man. No doubt there would be a severe lack of conversation tonight, nothing to do but sleep and hope he wasn’t murdered in the night. Not that the mysterious man in red was the sort to go around killing people, but in the pilots overactive imagination, you could never tell about these types.

“C’mon, let’s head up,” Cid Highwind said, motioning to Vincent Valentine as he walked past the lone figure and took the steps up to the second flood where their room was. In his head he wondered if anyone would be able to hear him scream, and if they could, if they would think it anything other than a part of the hotel’s eerie atmosphere.

Cid struggled with the key in the old lock before the door opened out into the hall. He held the door open for Vincent who swept by him without a word and sat down on the nearest bed, leaning up against the headboard, legs sticking out in front of him, arms folded across his chest. He looked wistfully out the window at the lights outside.

The pilot felt a chill run up his spine as he closed the door behind him and crossed the room to the window. The lights of the Gold Saucer reflected in his blue eyes and he looked out at the countless numbers of happy couples. He heard laughter from outside and pressed himself to the glass for a better look. Looking down he saw two people stumble out of the front entrance. Cloud and that girl Aeris, happy and smiling, ran out into the sea of lights and disappeared into the carefree masses. He suddenly felt very lonely and self conscious. He turned around and noticed that Vincent was staring right at him. He froze.

The distant look in the other mans eyes made Cid feel uncomfortable and he shifted uneasily. Vincent didn’t even see the pilot. His gaze had settled on a far off point when he had sat down and withdrawn into himself, never even noticing that the pilot had walked in front of his stare. But now that the pilot was looking back at him he refocused and looked him in the eye for a brief moment before looking away, his attention now directed to his feet. He could hear the scruffy man shifting uncomfortably by the window.

Vincent was quite aware of the fact that he disturbed people, and it was mostly intentional, it kept people at bay. People that could be hurt, or could hurt him. But deep down he did resent the fact there was a deep loneliness in him that longed for touch, acceptance, and for a friend. This was his punishment however, his atonement, he had no right to open up, to want or need. He didn’t deserve companionship.

Hidden in the shadows, behind the hair over his face, a tear almost streaked one of his thin pale cheeks, and the lonely ex-Turk didn’t even notice that one actually did. Slipping unnoticed from a crimson eye to fall into his cloak and disappear. No one noticed at all, except for the cantankerous pilot standing, silhouetted, by the window.

Cid suddenly felt very guilty for that tear, feeling sorry for himself and his own loneliness when Vincent had been locked away for forty years, at least he had friends. He decided there to try and make an effort to befriend the dark man, god knows if anyone else would make the effort.

Vincent looked up as the pilot walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside his own and looked at him. Very few thoughts ran through the mind behind those crimson eyes, the one voice that surfaced in his head said ‘great, now he feels enough pity that he feels obligated to try and talk to me’.

“Hey,” said the pilot in a kind tone, so unusual that it even surprised him. “Are you doing ok?”

Vincent’s eyes narrowed, all he had to say was that he was just fine in a monotoned voice and the pilot would leave him alone. “I’m just fine,” Vincent said.

Cit could hear the hollowness of those words like the inside of beer bottle the morning after, he was about to turn and lay down in bed, content that he had given it a shot when he saw another tear begin to form in the shadow of Vincent’s eyes.

Vincent was taken off guard by the persistence of the other man. “Hey, I know I’m not exactly the best company. Or confidant for that matter, but I can at least tell when someone isn’t all right. And hell, I can’t just sit here and watch a companion cry and not do shit about it.”

The ex-Turk’s eyes widened and he reached up with his good hand and touched his cheek and looked at the glistening drop that came off on his finger. He was crying? He fought back the constricting pain that began to tighten in his chest.

“I’m fine.” He declared and turned away from the pilot, scooting down in the bed and laying down, facing the door.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to be a little god damned friendly,” Cid grumbled beginning to get frustrated and laying a hand on Vincent shoulder.

The estranged man spun on him at the contact, he grabbed a hold of the front of Cid’s jacket with one hand and caught his shirt in the claws of his other, tearing into the thin cloth with a deadly grip. “I said I’m fine, leave me alone,” he hissed up into the others face.

Cid’s eyes where wide with surprised as he looked down at Vincent. There where now tears streaming down his pail cheeks, his lips bared in a painful grimace. The sturdy pilot would have stepped back if it wasn’t for the grip that Vincent had on his shirt.

They stared a long while into each others eyes, waiting for the other to make there next move. But Cid didn’t waver, and Vincent didn’t relinquish his grip.

At last, through clenched teeth Vincent hissed. “Get away from me.”

Cid didn’t move, and again they stared at each other in a stalemate until this time, Cid broke the silence. “I would gladly but you won’t let go of me.”

It was then that the Crimson man noticed his white-knuckled grip on the others clothing and stared at his fingers, but instead of releasing the stubborn he pulled him down closer and buried his face in his lean muscled chest.

Cid, not knowing what else to do wrapped his arms around Vincent’s slight frame and hauled him into his lap as he sat down on the bed. The other man gave way easily as Cid situated himself so that he leaned against the headboard and heaved a sigh.

He sat for a long time until the smaller mans breathing grew smooth and deep indicating that he had finally fallen asleep. Though he was asleep, however, Cid couldn’t escape the tight grip the other had on him. Carefully scooting down, as not to wake Vincent, the pilot at last reached a lying down position, his head resting on the pillow comfortably. It didn’t take long before he was fast asleep.

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He couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours when he woke with a start, he had rolled onto his side during the night and now lay curled around the sleeping Vincent, who had at some point let go of his cloths and wrapped his arms around him.

He didn’t think anything was the matter though, not like either of them could control what they did in there sleep. Though, as he became aware of himself, he was wishing that he could control himself in his sleep. In the night Vincent had curled up slightly, somehow getting a leg between Cid’s that pressed against him awkwardly. This by itself wouldn’t have been nearly as bad if it wasn’t for the painful state of arousal that he found himself to be in, and not only that, but he could feel Vincent pressed against his thigh unwittingly in much the same predicament.

He closed his eyes tight and tried to conjure any disturbing images he could, but failed, his mind was completely blank. His last hope was that Vincent wouldn’t wake up, and that he could try and escape, but those hopes where both dashed as Vincent groaned when he attempted to free himself from the steeled grip.

He looked down at his chest in time to see Vincent’s crimson eyes flutter open and lock on his collarbone, no doubt his mind assessing the situation and coming to much the same conclusions as the pilots.

“It seems our bodies have been alone so long that they will respond to the nearness of any body,” Vincent’s smooth tone calculated.

“Yeah,” Cid agreed. “I must admit, I haven’t had much contact like this in a long fuck’n while.”

Vincent nodded, but as Cid shifted as to get up, the grip the ex-Turk had on him still didn’t give way. “Wouldn’t it be good to satisfy such basic needs now, that they don’t interfere with our goal?”

The pilots mind drew a big black. “What do you mea…” Cid’s eyes grew wide in sudden realization as he let the sentence drop off. “You couldn’t mea…I mean, you can’t be serious,” he stammered dumbly.

But the look in Vincent’s eyes had ceased to be completely human. The strength the slight man used to roll the pilot was uncanny as he sat up and crawled onto the rugged man, straddling his hips. Cid tried to sit up, but Vincent splayed his clawed hand on his broad chest and pushed him back, Cid strained a moment until one of the razor sharp claws punctured his skin with a sharp pain.

Vincent’s other hand went to work, unfastening Cid’s pants with practiced ease and jerking them down to free his stiff erection from its cotton prison. Vincent’s eyes were filled with a feral intent as they scrutinized Cid’s prone form.

The pilots eyes widened at the other man arched his back and leaned down, and he twitched involuntarily when he felt Vincent’s hot wet tongue slide along his length. He shuddered violently as the usually quiet man worked him over, threatening to bring him over the edge before mercilessly stopping and sitting back up again. Cid could hear Vincent’s spine cracking as he straightened up and repositioned himself, unfastening his own pants now and slipping them down around his marble white thighs.

The obstinate pilot closed his eyes and looked away, but couldn’t help but hiss as he felt Vincent’s cold fingers guide his hard cock into a place he had never wanted to imagine sticking himself into. His muscles clenched as he felt Vincent shudder around him and he opened his eyes finally to look at the other man, impaled on top of him. As he watched, Vincent swooned and leaned forward, pressing his claw painfully down onto Cid’s chest, but hardly noticing that, he instinctively reached up with both hands to Vincent’s slender hips to help steady him.

Looking into the ex-Turk’s face, contorted in lust and pleasure stirred something in the pilot even if he couldn’t acknowledge it. But as Vincent began to rock back and fourth against him, he couldn’t help but moan along with him, all thoughts of horror and disgust washed away in a sea of passion.

At last Vincent drew his claw up and away from Cid’s chest, leaving a clear indentation left in his skin from the pressure. With the new freedom Cid sat up and wrapped his arms around Vincent bringing him in close and leaning him backwards until Cid was positioned over him. Completely lost in the moment, the pilot kissed the gunman hard and savored the foreign taste of Vincent’s thin lips. Placing his hands on each side of Vincent’s cheeks he held his face in place as he continued the assault against his mouth, and neck and temples.

The ex-Turks cold pale hand wove into Cid’s hair and countered the onslaught with one of his own. Felling the pilot inside of him was a welcome escape from the world of torment. He wasn’t sure when his body had grown accustomed to such taboo sensations, but this was one he didn’t mind adding to his list of sin he needed to atone for. But over everything he felt, he was troubled by the fact that it really did feel good to be so close to the pilot. The strong arms around him filled him with a strange sense of security and belonging, though he knew it wouldn’t last.

The last thrust plunged deep inside of him and brought him to climax, the bodies of both men so well tuned to each other that their simultaneous torrent shook them down to their cores and left them weak and defeated, yet strangely content. Cid rolled onto his side and brought Vincent up against his chest. The gunman’s eyes closed and his breathing mellowed into a pattern for sleep and a thought struck Cid as he looked down into the sleeping face, a though that would have to be finished in the morning he figured as he slipped into his own contented slumber.

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The sun streamed through the high windows of the haunted hotel in a mysterious play of shadows on the floor. Cid’s eyes tightened against the light, his brow furrowing before his eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the new day. He moved as if to stretch but found himself weighted down as the affair of the previous night relived itself in his head.

He looked down at Vincent’s peaceful face and found himself filled with a warm feeling he had all but forgotten, and had never fully understood. He pulled Vincent closer and buried his nose in the top of his head, his tangled hair tickling his face. He smelled musty, but not at all in a bad way, in more of a sad Vincent sort of way. Although to others that may be bad, but not to him, to him, Vincent was perfect. He smiled.

The light brightened and rose over Cid’s broad shoulder, stirring Vincent from his warm sleep and bringing him back into the world of the living. The smell of sweat and grease immediately over powered his fine senses and he pushed away from the source and fought to untangle himself from the pilot’s arms. Cid moaned and latched on tighter, making the gunman feel uncomfortable almost to a point of revulsion.

“Let go of me,” he said harshly, finding purchase against the other man and pushing him to a distance.

“What’s wrong?” Cid asked with warm concern, sitting up with Vincent who swung his legs off the bed and stood.

The ex-Turk was silent as he brushed a few wrinkles from his cloak and straightened up his cloths. Cid waited in bed, hiking his pants up while sprawled on top of the blankets waiting a reply, when none came he stood and walked around to Vincent and put a hand on his shoulder. “What’s up?” he asked again a smile on his weathered face.

“Don’t touch me!” Vincent hissed spinning on the pilot.

“I don’t get it,” Cid said. “Why are you acting this way?”

“I always act this way,” the gunman stated. “Just because of last night doesn’t make us friends. I told you it was a basic need, instinct if you will, it meant nothing.” He looked at Cid for a moment, watching the pilot’s stunned expression. “If it meant something to you, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, but my intentions where clear from the beginning.”

Cid looked away at the floor, mind racing, the rush of embracement threatening to fill his face. “No, I just… figured we could be friends and all, nothing more then that. Sorry if I came on a bit strong.” He truly felt that he had failed at saving any of his pride, but he figured the gunman wouldn’t care either way.

“I’m sorry, but I have little interest in friends.” Was all that Vincent said before he turned and slipped out of the room.

Cid stood in silence for a long while, staring at the patch of floor that Vincent had previously occupied. “Damn it!” he yelled at the room. He spun around and grabbed the pillow from the bed and flung it at the wall. “Damn it, damn him, damn it fucking all!” He fell to his knees on the hard floor, his hands landing on his thighs face up for him to stare into. A tear fell into the palm of one of his hands, followed by a second. He wiped his eyes on his arm and sniffed once. “Damn him,” he said once more to his hands, speaking quietly this time. “And damn myself,” he finished, for letting himself be sucked into such notions so easily, for letting himself open up and be fooled like that.

It took him a moment to regain his composure before he exited the room and walked down to the lobby to meet up with the rest of the team. His gaze purposefully skipped over Vincent’s brooding figure in the corner as he was greeted by his companions. With their affairs settle they walked out the door to continue on their way.

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So there is the conclusion to chapter one, leaving off in a, shall I say, wonderfully grim moment? I know it’s got a shitty ending, but that’s the incentive for you to read the second chapter to see how it all turns out.

Well I hope you liked this little story of mine so far, and I surely hope for you to continue reading with chapter two. I promise that things will look up. Though I’m not sure how, you’ll all just have to find out. See you all very soon I’m sure…

Thank you for reading…

Valicetra