Sex and Politics
Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
Barrett stared at the scene for a moment and burst out laughing.
“Now, that’s a whole new approach to fucking over Shinra Inc! But ain’t he too young for you, you old fool?!” He shook his head, dismissively waving his good arm. “See Vince, I was right all alone! All the kid needed was a daddy figure to appreciate his talents and man did Cid ever fulfill that need!”
“I’m not THAT old. Shut the hell up,” Cid groaned, hiding his relaxed cock back into his pants. “Vince, this isn’t a fucking love affair, I hope you understand."
Vincent frowned, as he wasn’t particularly amused.
“I must’ve ran a hundred miles today looking for you,” he tried not to sound accusing but he couldn’t help showing his annoyance. If Cid couldn’t resist screwing someone he claimed to dislike, how likely was it that he would remain faithful to Vincent under other circumstances. Now I remember why I hate relationships, Vincent’s frown grew deeper, betrayal is a painful feeling.
“Well, I did say I prefer brunets, didn’t I?” Cid was fidgeting with an empty pack of cigarettes as he stole apologetic glances at Vincent. “Hey, he asked for it and he deserved it!”
Yeah, that explains it all. He asked for it. Vincent folded his arms across his chest, still frowning.“I wonder where that creep Valdi went,” Cid changed the subject seeing that he was only digging himself in deeper, “he said he-”
“I doubt he’ll be back,” Vincent interrupted him as he stepped closer to his lover, examining Cid’s face and tracing the outlines of his face with his fingers. Cid caught Vincent’s hand and sucked on his fingers, avoiding his lover’s gaze. “I shot him,” Vincent said, caressing Cid’s chin with the metal claws of his armor.
“You fucked’m up?”
“Like hell,” Barrett swore, “we musta hit the scoundrel a coupla’ times, but he fled like a rat. He’s still dangerous. I told my AVALANCH guys it’s open season on his ass.” Cid nodded, turning his gaze to sleeping Rufus and reaching over to cover the younger man’s sensual nude body with a dark sheet of linen.
“What about Mr. Shinra?” he said, inviting Vincent into an embrace.
“Guess you’re no longer dying to kill him?” Vincent responded, evading Cid’s caresses.
“Take his sorry ass back to daddy,” Barrett exclaimed enthusiastically, whipping out a wide brown envelope out of his coat. “Old man Shinra paid a fortune for his release! There’s more Gil here than you can count, fool! Valdi dropped it when he was hauling his ass away. There’s enough money here to do a whole lotta good for a whole lotta people! Heh, Tifa’s gonna be real happy about this one!”
“It’s almost morning. I’ll take him back,” Vincent said, taking a step back from Cid and avoiding the man’s apologetic embraces. “I was a Turk once, Tseng and the others trust me. Valdi probably implicated AVALANCH in Rufus’s kidnapping, and somebody will have to explain why we had nothing to do with it. Otherwise we’ll be in a world of pain once junior wakes up.”
“Vince,” Cid grabbed his arm, “you don’t wanna show up at the Shinra house with Rufus’s unconscious body before the asscrack of dawn! His Turk nannies’ll be all over you!” Vincent was already struggling to dress Rufus without waking him.
“I’m going.” he said firmly. I need to get out of here.