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Need For Control

Chapter 9

Night finally came and Cid stepped away from the helm of the ship, scanning over everyone that was present. "I�m headin� in for the night."

Yuffie spun around, and looked at the pilot. "This is like an hour earlier than you go to bed, what�s up?"

"I wanna take a shower first, if that�s all right with you," Cid snapped back, pulling off his gloves and shoving them into the pocket of his coat.

Yuffie recoiled from this and turned back to Tifa who was standing beside her. "God, he�s bitchier than usual, huh?"

"I fuckin� heard that." Cid started for the door to the bridge.

Vincent pretended to pay absolutely no heed to any of this, just keeping his gaze fixed out the window for several more minutes.

Tifa shrugged. "Actually, a shower sounds really nice right about now. I�ll�I�ll see you guys all in the morning."

Cloud spun around and looked over at her. "I thought you, Barrett, Yuffie, and me were going to have a game of cards tonight."

"I know, but I�m really not feeling up to it," Tifa replied, already backing toward the door.

"Okay, well, if you change your mind," Cloud looked over at Yuffie, "you know where to find us."

"Good night." And with that, Tifa left the bridge as well.

"Vincent?"

The cloaked man turned around, looking over at Cloud. "Yes?"

"There�s no chance that you�d want to come play with us, right?" Cloud asked, feeling like making the offer, but knowing that Vincent would decline. He always did.

He shook his head slowly and turned away. "No."

"I say we jus� go then." Barrett stepped closer to Cloud. "I got five hundred gil burnin� a hole in my pocket, an� I�d rather lose it to you in our card game that to Yuff�s pick pocketing."

"Hey!" The young ninja looked insulted.

"It�s true," Cloud laughed over her. "Okay, we can go play in the conference room since Cid won�t be up and around to yell at us for using it."

Vincent remained perfectly still as he listened to the few others walk out of the room, leaving him alone. He stood in solitude on the abandoned bridge for a while. Part of him was eager to get back to Cid, but on the same token, he was more than a little apprehensious about what the evening would hold with Tifa being involved. Eventually, he steeled himself and walked away from the window and headed toward Cid�s room.

He knocked on the door but received no answer. Vincent wondered about this for a moment, but then realized that Cid must have actually gone to take a shower. Smiling to himself faintly, he turned and headed toward one of the two communal showers in the airship. The other was reserved for the women.

Upon opening the door and walking past the rows of lockers, Vincent spotted the pilot, standing unclothed and letting the water just run over his body. Cid was leaning against the tile wall, his eyes closed.

Vincent stopped a short distance away and just stared, wondering if he should dare disturb his master.

Cid cracked open and eye and spotted Vincent a short way off. "Gonna just stand there or what?"

"If you wish me to."

The blond smiled. "Get undressed and get over here, Vince."

Having the order, Vincent shed his clothing and then went closer to Cid.

Still leaning against the cool tile, Cid smirked as he examined Vincent who was completely unclothed, only wearing his dog collar. Vincent�s fair and lean body moved with definite grace. Cid found himself staring.

Vincent took notice of Cid�s gaze and stood before him, the hot water of the shower hitting him in the right shoulder and running down his body. "Do you wish me to do anything?"

"Just get cleaned up." Cid�s smirk lingered. "I�m already done."

Vincent nodded and moved to be directly beneath the water. He reached over and picked up the soap and lathered himself up slowly, never breaking eye contact with Cid as he did so.

Watching Vincent bathe got the better of him, and Cid found himself growing aroused at the sight.

Vincent, of course, took notice of this as he began to rinse the soap from his skin. "Do you wish me to do anything?"

Cid grunted and straightened up, before closing the short distance between them. He placed his right hand in the center of Vincent�s chest. "We�ll get to that in just a little while back in the room."

At this, Vincent dropped his gaze to the side, remembering that he wouldn�t have Cid to himself tonight.

The blond noticed the expression that came over the other man and he moved his hand from Vincent�s chest and around to the back of his neck. "Somethin� wrong?"

Vincent closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. "No."

"Vincent, if you�re unhappy about anything, you can tell me. I don�t want you to stuff your feelings just because of this whole sub thing." Cid searched his lover�s face for any hints.

"You need to keep me in line and remind me that my feelings aren�t important," Vincent said back quietly.

"Damn it, Vince," Cid huffed, "your feelings are important."

Vincent met the pilot�s gaze, his eyes narrowed. "They are not, that isn�t part of the deal. Remember that."

Cid sighed and let his hand fall away from Vincent. He reached over and turned off the water before walking away and grabbing a towel. "Fine, let�s get back to the room."

Vincent went toward him slowly, also picking up a towel and drying off. He was ashamed to have upset Cid and couldn�t bring himself to look at him. Why the pilot was acting as though he honestly was considering Vincent�s emotional well-being was beyond the gunman. It was starting to seem like the prelude to some horrid joke he was falling into.

Cid tied his towel around his waist and picked up his clothes from the floor. "All right, I�m going back to the room."

Vincent acknowledged this and gathered his clothes from the floor as well. He slipped on his boxers and left his towel by the showers, then following the other man out.

They got back to the room and entered, not being seen by anyone. Once inside, Cid let his towel fall to the floor and he tossed his clothes into one of the room�s chairs. He turned around and looked at Vincent as he folded his own clothes and set them upon the table. "Vincent?"

His red eyes slowly panned over to meet Cid�s. He awaited the question in silence.

"Are you all right with Tifa coming over?" Cid asked, moving over toward his locker and pulling out a pair of boxers.

"It is your will, therefore, I accept." Vincent, having gotten his clothes arranged neatly moved over and began to pick up Cid�s discarded outfit from the chair and folding it as well.

"You said this morning that you think she�s attractive." Cid went over and sat on the edge of his bed.

"She is." Vincent made his way to where Cid�s wet towel was on the floor and took it up, going over and draping it over the edge of the locker door so that it could dry. "I will not resist the opportunity to be with her, if it is your intent to allow me such a privilege."

"Come here," Cid ordered, making it a point to sound a little forceful.

Vincent immediately complied and then knelt before his master.

Cid sighed to himself and reached out, straightening Vincent�s collar. "I know I�m not being exactly what you wanted so far, but I�m tryin�, Vince."

"You did very well this afternoon." He offered the pilot his faint smile, feeling some color come to his cheeks. "Very well."

"Thanks. I�m just learnin�, that�s all." Cid placed his hands on Vincent�s shoulders. "Just be patient with me."

Vincent wasn�t really certain what to say in response to that. He did know that Cid was making a consorted effort to do what he needed him to do, but it was going to be rough sailing. Then, the speculation of why Cid was bothering to go to such trouble for him resurfaced. Perhaps it was just that Cid was honestly interested in this lifestyle, and having a slave like Vincent was fulfilling something that he�d been lacking.

Of course, it could always be because he�s actually in love with you, Chaos growled in the back of Vincent�s mind.

Vincent felt all of the color drain from his cheeks. When his inner demon made the effort to talk, it meant that there was something going on that Vincent was refusing to accept but that the monster sensed.

Silence! He does not love me. No one will ever love me. Hojo made that abundantly clear, Vincent thought back, wanting to kill such a notion before it got the better of him.

Cid saw Vincent go sheet white and shook him slightly. "Vince? Are you okay?"

Having pushed the demon from his mind, Vincent blinked up at the pilot. "Yeah�"

"You looked sorta freaked out there for a second."

"I�m fine." Vincent dropped his gaze to the side.

Then, there was a quiet knock on the door.

Cid smirked and got up from the bed. "She�s here."

Vincent remained exactly where he was and placed his hands behind his back and hung his head. It was time for him to wait.

Cid went over and opened the door. He motioned silently for Tifa to enter and she did. After closing the door, the pilot leaned back against it, examining the girl.

Tifa was wearing her mini skirt and a halter-top, having foregone her suspenders, armor, and shoes. Her hair was loose and hung about her torso. "So, uh, hey."

Cid cocked an eyebrow. "Hey yourself."

Tifa looked over, spotting Vincent. "Vincent?"

He didn�t move from his submission pose. "Tifa."

She turned back to the blond. "What�s up with him?"

"He stays like that until I tell him to do otherwise. Like you said earlier, he and I are into some kinky shit." Cid moved closer to her, giving her a smile.

"How long has this been going on?" Tifa asked, looking into the pilot�s blue eyes.

"Not long." Cid reached out and touched her shoulder.

"Oh," Tifa was beginning to tremble a bit as the reality of what she was about to do set in. "So even though the two of you are together, you�re okay with this?"

Cid hooked his index finger beneath one of the straps to her halter-top and pulled it off her shoulder. "The both of us are doing this together, so no big deal, right? Besides, Vince told me it was okay with him."

Tifa blushed, liking the way Cid�s hand was now tracing up and down her arm. "Okay�"

Cid leaned closer to her. "But mostly, I just want Vincent to have a good time. He�s earned it by givin� me what I�ve wanted."

Tifa looked back over her shoulder again at the other man. Vincent still hadn�t moved.

Cid moved away from her and over to Vincent. "Stand up."

Vincent complied and rose up. "What do you wish?"

"Go ahead and have some fun with Tifa." Cid went over and landed in one of the chairs, not caring that he was sitting on his clothes from earlier that day.

Vincent turned toward the woman. "Tifa�"

Fighting through her shyness, Tifa closed the distance between she and Vincent. Having only ever seen him in all his clothes and his cloak, she studied his body. She hadn�t expected the scars, but once she thought about how he�d been experimented upon by Hojo, she wasn�t honestly surprised. The way his left arm terminated just above the elbow only to go on as his brassy claw fascinated her and she fixated upon it.

Vincent felt his heart rate jump as he saw what she was looking at. "If it is off putting, I can cover it."

"No, it�s all right." Tifa reached out and gently touched the union between metal and his skin, noticing how he closed his eyes as she did so. Apparently, this was somewhat of an erogenous zone for him.

Cid smiled where he sat, feeling the stirrings of arousal. "Go on, Vince."

He flashed his master a quick gaze hoping for a reprieve, but when he noticed the expectant and lusty expression that Cid wore, Vincent realized how much the pilot wanted to see this. Since catering to Cid�s desires was all that he wished to do, Vincent suddenly felt compelled to give his master a good show.

Tifa was surprised when Vincent quickly put his arms around her and pulled her close. She closed her eyes as Vincent put his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue past her lips earnestly, hoping to elicit some sort of reaction from her.

She didn�t let him down and she groaned as he explored her mouth. Tifa felt his left arm cinch down around her waist firmly, while his right hand trailed up her side and beneath her halter top. Her entire body shivered as his fingers brushed over her left breast.

Cid shifted how he was sitting, so that his now firmed flesh wasn�t so constricted by his boxers. It was obvious by watching Vincent that he knew how to handle women.

Vincent stepped back from Tifa for a moment, looking down into her eyes, seeing them dimmed with lust. Apparently, she was enjoying this and going to give into him. He brought the dangerously sharp talons of his left hand between their bodies and slipped his middle finger beneath the flimsy fabric of her halter-top. In one, swift motion, he pulled up with his left hand, his claw cleanly parting the cloth of her top, exposing her chest.

Tifa gasped at this and instinctively tried to cover herself by crossing her arms over her chest.

Vincent shook his head slightly, not breaking eye contact with her. He reached up and took possession of both her wrists, before gently, but firmly, moving them away from her body. That done Vincent finally dropped his gaze to her chest, inspecting what was before him.

Cid hadn�t expected for Vincent to do something quite like that. He was now more worked up than he had ever been in his life. "Well? What do you think, Vince?"

Vincent bent down and let his lips graze over the peak of her right breast, before twisting his neck and looking over at the pilot. "She�s wonderful�soft�"

Tifa was in some amount of shock over what was happening and remained perfectly still as Vincent carefully removed the remnants of her top from her. She then followed as he took her hand and pulled her toward the bed. Vincent had her sit down and then he knelt before her.

Cid stared on as Vincent took Tifa�s face in his hands and kissed her deeply once more, causing Tifa to groan again.

Vincent let his right hand move up her thigh and beneath her skirt. He pulled back from the kiss and cocked an eyebrow at her when he made a realization. "You�ve not got anything on beneath this."

Flushed red in her arousal and excitement, Tifa replied breathlessly. "I�I didn�t think that it was really necessary for this."

"How right you are." Vincent grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up a small way, until she was exposed to him. Situated between her knees as he was, Vincent was able to part her with his right hand, and cautiously, he drove two of his digits within her.

Tifa cried out at this and threw her arms around his neck.

"Tifa," Vincent said, his lips close to her ear, "touch me."

She brought her right hand downward and between their bodies. Taking a hold of the waist to his boxers, she tugged them downward, freeing his length. Tifa looked down, able to appreciate the fact that he was a bit bigger than most of her previous lovers. Gently, she grasped him and stroked his flesh.

Vincent looked over his shoulder at the pilot once more. "Do you like this, Cid?"

He cocked an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah� Keep goin�."

The gunslinger growled deep in his throat, more over the pleasure of seeing Cid so taken by what he was watching that the ministrations that Tifa was lavishing upon him. Quickly, he withdrew his hand from Tifa and got onto the bed beside her. He put his mouth close to her ear once more. "Cid will be able to see the most if you ride me. Will you do that?"

Tifa�s lips quivered with her response. "Yeah."

Vincent lay down upon the bed on his back, propped up with his left arm behind him. Tifa stood up momentarily, and pulled off her skirt, leaving her completely unclothed. She then got back onto the bed and straddled Vincent.

Tifa placed her hands upon his chest and looked down into his eyes. "Okay�"

Vincent took his right hand and grabbed himself, positioning his cock so that Tifa could lower down upon him, and she did just that. The gunman closed his eyes and let his head lull back as he was enveloped by her.

Tifa moaned loudly as she took him down to the hilt. "Oh God�Vincent."

This was more than Cid could stand and he got up from his seat, letting his boxers hit the floor as he went. He sat on the edge of the bed and bent down close to Vincent�s face. "Vince?"

Tifa was beginning to move upon him, causing Vincent to catch his breath as he tried to reply. "Y..yes?"

Cid ran a hand through Vincent�s hair. "How does she feel to you?"

Vincent wasn�t able to respond right way. "She�s�she�s like satin-- hot satin."

The pilot leaned down further and covered Vincent�s mouth with his own. Seeing Vincent in such an impassioned state made Cid literally burn. He pulled away after a moment and moved, so that he was then kneeling on the bed, next to Vincent. The pilot entangled one of his hands in Vincent�s hair and forced him to turn his head, until the gunman was faced with his erection. "Go on, Vince, take it."

Vincent parted his lips, allowing Cid to drive into his mouth and down his throat. The sensation of Tifa gliding repeatedly over his length made Vincent groan, the vibrations of this sending a shock through Cid�s body.

Tifa opened her eyes and realized that she was face to face with the pilot. In her lust, she brought her hands up and placed them upon his shoulders, before pulling him close enough to kiss.

Cid invaded her mouth, disbelieving the situation he was in. Vincent�s mouth and throat were incredibly hot upon him, and his tongue found Tifa�s mouth to be much the same. He pulled back from the kiss and searched her eyes. "Havin� a good time?"

Tifa nodded, her eyes only half open.

"What�s it like to have Vincent inside you?" Cid asked, his lust forcing away any of his inhibitions.

"He�s so fucking big�" Tifa closed her eyes, quickening her pace upon the gunman.

Cid narrowed his eyes and brought his left hand up to her face, tracing her lower lip with a finger. "You think he�s big� you just wait."

Tifa�s eyes opened. She hadn�t gotten to see Cid and looked down, but all she was able to catch a glimpse of was Vincent, continuing to let the pilot ravish his mouth. Seeing that drove Tifa mad and she groaned again, driving down onto Vincent even harder.

The pilot moved upon the bed, withdrawing from Vincent�s mouth. He pushed Vincent�s legs apart and knelt between them, then putting his arms around Tifa�s waist. Cid kissed the side of her neck and pressed against her back as he held her, not allowing her to move anymore upon Vincent. "Tifa?"

Being stopped with Vincent�s length only half way within her was unbearable. "Cid�why�what are you doing?"

"I want to�" Cid�s right hand moved to her back and sank, until he had it wedged between her buttocks. One of his fingers massaged where he wished to join her body. "Will you let me?"

Never having taken a man into her that way, Tifa grew a little afraid. "Uh�I don�t know�"

Vincent looked up at her. "Tifa, it�s not that bad, all you have to do is relax. Cid knows what he�s doing."

She looked down into his crimson eyes, as Cid continued to try and push a finger into her. Tifa didn�t know what to expect, but relented. "Just�go slow�"

Unbeknownst to Tifa, Cid had slicked himself up while she was focused on Vincent. When she felt him remove his hand, she did her best to relax. Soon, though, Tifa felt something pressed against her ass and knew that Cid was ready to thrust into her. With her fear returning, she looked down into Vincent�s eyes.

The gunman reached up and placed his hands upon her shoulders, pulling her forward, knowing that such an angle would make Cid�s drive into her far more bearable. "Relax, Tifa."

Seeing that Vincent was doing his best to help her through this, Cid placed his hands upon her hips and began to push into her.

Tifa gasped and her eyes went wide in shock as Cid managed past the tightness of her opening and entered her. "Oh God�he�s too much, I can�t take it!"

Vincent held her down against his chest and smoothed back her hair. Slowly, he began to buck beneath her, hoping to take her mind off the initial pain of being entered by the pilot. "Yes, you can, just give yourself a moment."

With Vincent thrusting into her from beneath, Tifa began to moan softly, growing accustomed to the feeling of Cid�s cock within her as it was. Being taken by two men was something that she never would have entertained before that day.

Feeling Tifa easing up around him, Cid slowly began his first gentle thrusts, not wishing to hurt her. After all, she wasn�t as experienced in this as Vincent appeared to be. However, he still drove into her hard enough as to push her up along Vincent�s length and when he withdrew, she slid back down upon the gunslinger.

Tifa placed her hands upon Vincent�s shoulders again and raised up from his chest a small way. With both men moving within her, she was being driven to climax. She began to cry out with every motion, not seeming to care if anyone else in the ship could hear.

Although Vincent was rapt up in what was taking place, he was finding it far easier to maintain control of himself than he had before with just Cid. He felt Tifa begin to tighten around him, and realized that she was about to reach orgasm. Vincent looked up into her eyes, seeing that she was gazing back at him.

Tifa�s lips parted, and she begged, "Vincent, faster�"

Since his current pace was basically being dictated by Cid�s thrusts behind her, he looked over her shoulder at the pilot. Cid met his gaze and nodded slightly, baring his teeth and beginning to drill at her quicker.

It wasn�t long before Tifa cried out one last time, and she began to rhythmically constrict around Vincent and Cid, indicating to them that she had come. Having achieved satisfaction, Tifa wasn�t willing to tolerate the feeling of Cid�s invasion into her body anymore. "Cid�stop�"

"God damn it." Not having yet been satisfied, Cid wasn�t particularly pleased with this, but he complied and withdrew, moving off of the bed. He went over and landed in the chair he�d been taking up before.

Tifa looked down into Vincent�s eyes. "Are you going to finish?"

He looked back up at her, having halted his own thrusts when Cid had been asked to stop. "I�ve not been given Cid�s permission to do so."

Cid, upset and unfulfilled, scowled where he was sitting. "Do whatever you want."

Vincent, hearing Cid�s tone looked over at where he was sitting. Upon seeing the pilot�s expression and persisting state of arousal, something within Vincent snapped. He didn�t want to come within Tifa, he wanted to seek his release with Cid. Gently, he placed his hands upon Tifa�s hips and pushed her off of him.

Tifa sat on the bed beside him. "What are you doing?"

"He said for me to do whatever I wished." Vincent got up from the bed and he looked back at Tifa. "Since you have been pleased, I would like to now take care of my master."

Tifa wasn�t all that unhappy to hear this. She�d never seen two men together before and she was eager to watch. "Can I stay?"

Cid watched Vincent�s approach, enthralled that the gunman was choosing him over the woman. He glanced over at Tifa. "Yeah, you can watch, but only if you swear not to mention this to anybody, got it?"

Tifa nodded and lay upon her stomach on the bed, propping her head up on her arms.

Vincent reached Cid and touched the side of the pilot�s face. He offered the blond a smile.

Cid smirked back in response, and then grabbed a hold of Vincent�s right hand and pulled him down forcefully, causing the gunslinger to sit in his lap. He kissed the back of Vincent�s neck and reached around him, getting to the task of stroking Vincent�s cock.

Vincent lifted himself up a small distance, and reached down, taking possession of Cid�s arousal. After shifting his position slightly, Vincent placed the end of the pilot�s length against his opening and then lowered himself down slowly.

Cid closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair, loving the way that Vincent felt around him. The gunslinger knew how to take him without complaint, and the way that Vincent slowly contracted and released around him was something that came from experience. Never had Cid had someone as good as Vincent was.

Vincent, in the meanwhile, began to rock his hips as he straddled the pilot�s lap, driving his master deep within him before making his retreat. He moved at the same pace that Cid was in turn guiding his hand over his erection. Already, he was feeling his own climax mounting-- something that hadn�t happened while he had fucked Tifa.

Cid was also getting close after just a few minutes, and he placed his left arm around Vincent�s waist, encouraging him to go along at a more vigorous rate. "Fuck, Vince� I�m close already�"

Vincent groaned and threw his head back, his lips parted as he gasped for breath. "So am I�must I wait for you?"

"Yeah, I�d like that," Cid growled back.

They were so rapt up with one another, they completely forgot the girl who was laying upon the bed, watching on wide eyed. Tifa couldn�t believe what she was seeing. The men were by far having a more profound effect on one another than they had with her. The answer was, of course, obvious to her. Oh my God, they actually love each other! They�re so fucking lucky�

Upon this realization, Tifa suddenly felt terribly out of place. She didn�t belong here and she knew it. Silently, she picked her skirt up off of the floor and then reached over and pulled the bath towel down that was hanging on the nearby locker door. After throwing the towel around herself so that she could make the short walk back to her room, Tifa went over to the door and let herself out.

Vincent heard the door open and close and saw Tifa depart. "She�s left."

"Who fuckin� cares?" Cid said back, his voice heavy with lust. "Vince?"

"Yes?"

"I wanna finish this up differently." Cid let go of Vincent�s length and pushed him away.

Vincent stood up, his body shaking in his passion and proximity to climax. "What do you want?"

"Go get back on the bed and lay down," Cid ordered.

Vincent immediately complied and rested upon his back, just as he had done for Tifa. Cid came over and crawled upon the bed and coaxed Vincent�s legs apart.

Vincent realized what Cid wanted and he drew up his knees, so that Cid would be able to access his body. The pilot lowered himself down and got his cock in place, then driving it back into his lover with one, deliberate thrust.

In this position, the feelings that Cid caused within him were different and Vincent cried out passionately. "Cid�oh God�"

Cid put his arms beneath the gunslinger�s shoulders and stared down into his eyes. He�d opted for this position as he wanted to be able to see Vincent�s expressions during their encounter, and to be able to kiss him. "Vincent�you�re beautiful."

He felt the heat of color come to his cheeks, even through his passion. "I do not deserve--"

Cid silenced Vincent�s self-degradation by covering the other man�s mouth with his own. He lashed Vincent�s tongue with his own and began to move his body, making sure to drive as far in as he could, before withdrawing almost completely.

With Cid on top of him, Vincent�s length was being caressed by the friction between their two bodies. He writhed beneath the pilot, and brought his legs up to cinch around Cid�s waist, allowing the blond to go as deep within him as possible.

Cid�s mouth left Vincent�s and found the gunman�s ear. This meant that even the smallest of impassioned sounds that he made, Vincent was able to hear, driving him mad.

Vincent kept his eyes closed, loving the way that the pilot�s tongue felt against his skin. "Cid�you have to hurry, I can�t hold off like this�"

Pleased with Vincent�s begging, Cid hastened his pace, needing his release. "Just a few seconds longer, I�m goin� to�"

Vincent cried out as he felt Cid�s hot seed fill him. Unable to wait long enough to ask permission, Vincent lost control, adding a heat and wetness between their bodies.

Cid felt Vincent�s climax and kissed him below the ear. "That�s right�just give into it."

Vincent�s head fell back to the pillow as he panted to catch his breath. He disengaged his legs from around Cid, finding it impossible to move. "Thank you�"

Cid kissed Vincent lightly upon the lips before withdrawing from his body and collapsing to his side next to him upon the tiny bed. He reached up and touched the small silver tag that hung over his lover�s throat. "Did you like that?"

Vincent let his head fall to the side so that he could look into Cid�s sky blue eyes. "Very much."

Cid gave him a quick smile and then got up from the bed. He walked over to where his shirt was lying in the chair and picked it up. The pilot then proceeded to wipe the evidence of Vincent�s climax from his stomach, before going over to the other man and offering him the shirt to use to the same effect.

Vincent didn�t immediately reach for it. "Cid, that�s your shirt."

"Yeah, and I already cleaned up with it, so you might as well, too. I�ve got more than one shirt, you know." Cid sat on the edge of the bed and got to the task of cleaning Vincent up himself. Once that was done, he tossed the shirt back over and onto the floor.

"Do you wish for me to remain or to retire to my room for the night?" Vincent asked, honestly feeling too tired to move from where he was.

Cid got up and flicked off the light before coming back over. He crawled back onto the bed and lay down on his side, draping his arm over Vincent�s waist. "Well, as long as we don�t move at all, we can sleep right here."

The fact that his master would allow him the privilege of sleeping in his bed was overwhelming. "I swear not to budge."

Cid kissed Vincent�s cheek. "Good enough."

They remained there in the darkness in silence, basking in their mutual satisfaction. Cid dared to break the quiet after several minutes. "Vince?"

"Yes?"

"Tifa�she wasn�t near as good as you," Cid confessed honestly.

"I wouldn�t have been able to finish with her," Vincent said back, his voice hushed. "I was hoping that I would end up with just you, anyway."

Cid elevated himself with one elbow and looked down into Vincent�s eyes. He noticed their faint red glow in the darkness and smiled. "Vince�I need to know somethin�."

He stared up at the pilot, awaiting the question. "What is it?"

Cid swallowed hard and knit his brow. From what had just happened, he was hopeful that Vincent honestly did have feelings for him. "How do you really feel about me?"

"I wish to serve you in any way you see fit."

Cid tensed his jaw for a second. "And is that it? Tell me the truth."

Being given an order, Vincent couldn�t deny the truth. He looked away from the other man, dreading the words that were about to fall from his lips. "Cid I�I�"

"Vincent, just tell me, I need to know." Cid placed his free hand upon Vincent�s cheek, turning his head back toward him. "Please."

Vincent closed his eyes, not able to meet the pilot�s gaze. "Cid, I love you."
A/N-- Well, that was a long chapter! Of course, this story isn�t over yet. Let me know what y�all think so far! Thanks.
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