Resurfacing

He took off the last of the sticky gloss that was on his lips with a linen one of the women gave him, nodding his thanks when he’d taken it. He hadn’t said a word to any of them before or after the fan dance, but he noticed the way they’d watched him. The five women were sitting a ways away from him, five pairs of eyes watching him as he took the black eyeliner off and freed his hair from the tight braid. It fell down past his shoulders and he shook it loose, smiling at the way it felt against his bare chest and back. He’d long taken off the kimono and wore his jeans and sandals now, his tank top laying beside where he sat. A slight gasp caught his attention and he looked back over to the five, smiling lightly to himself as they talked to each other in soft Wutaiian. They seemed interested in him, that he was sure, but entertaining the hormonal fantasies of young girls was not in his interest right now. He shrugged on his tank top before he stood, nodding to them before the went to exit the temple.

Lord Godo was standing at the entrance, watching Vincent walk up to him with a nod. “Vincent, before you leave I must ask you to come back and see me tonight before the twelveth hour rings. I have something of great importance to ask you before the sun rises.” The Lord Wutaaian seemed serious, and Vincent just nodded with a deep bow before he left, wondering exactly what Lord GODO of all people would want to talk to him about.

He exited the temple, walking out into the still gathered crowd. The lamp lights had been lit and everything was basking in a soft glow. The street vendors were still opened, he hoped, as he made his way towards the jewelry stand where he’d last seen the black and red ring. He could see the old man that sold it standing there, his eyes squinted so closely they almost looked closed. He threw the old man a smile before looking down at the display of rings he’d seen before. The smile quickly disappeared as he realized the golden band wasn’t there, and he pointed down at the empty spot while he looked up at the vendor. “Excuse me, Sir, but the golden band with the black and red rings in it?”

“OOH, yessir, it was sold long time ago before the fireworks began. Bought by younger man for girlfriend.” The vendor smiled apologetically, bowing his head. “So sorry, but he say it for very good cause.”

“Oh.” Vincent tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as he nodded, throwing on a fake smile. “Well, thank you anyways.” He turned to leave before the flashing of metal in the back of the booth caught his eye. They were fans, much like the one he’d used during the dance but made out of metal, the tips of the fans hosting a sharper edge. To say the least, they intrigued him. “Sir...how much for a fan?”

“Oh, usually VERRRYY espensive, but for you, since you play Shiniami so well, only five thousand gil each AND, I throw in FREE Wutaiian paper fan!” The vendor, for lack of a better word, was smiling as he whipped out a white and red paper fan decorated in pink cherry blossoms.

Vincent smiled warmly at the older man. He reminded Vincent of someone he’d met before, he just couldn’t put a face to the memory. “Well, who can pass up a deal like that?” He took his wallet, gratefully dishing out the gil as the sales owner wrapped both fans in a safety wrap and put them in a gift bag for the gunman. He bowed deeply as Vincent walked off with a wave. There were dozens of people moving around him as he walked, trying to look through them for the one person he was trying to find. He remembered Cid standing by the temple as he danced, his hungry blue eyes looking straight through him. Now those sky blue eyes were nowhere to be found.

“VINCENT! Hey, Vinny!”

Vincent’s head jerked around as he caught sight of a blur that latched itself around his waist, hugging him tightly. He huffed a bit, looking down at a head of short black hair held back by her trademark headband. “Yuffie.”

Yuffie hugged him tightly again, jumping back as she spun in a circle. “Look at my new kimono, Vincent, isn’t it beautiful?! You were AMAZING at the fan dance tonight, I didn’t think you could do anything other than fling a gun around! What’s in the bag?”

Vincent just stood there, patiently waiting for his turn to speak. “A present. Yuffie, have you seen Cid?”

“Cid’s here somewhere! Wow, but no I haven’t seen him since I ran into him at the game booths and made him win me something! Did he come here with you or did YOU come here with HIIIMM?”

“Yuffie.”

“Alright! No, I haven’t seen Cid, but I know where REEVE is! He’s..” Yuffie stopped as a hand landed on her shoulder, and she looked up at the older W.R.O. president standing by her. “RIGHT HERE! MAN, am I good! Alright, gotta go, see ya!” As fast as Yuffie appeared, she disappeared back into the crowd, detectable only by her loud yells as she went. Vincent shook his head as he looked at Reeve with a lifted eyebrow.

“He went back to the ship after the show. We met up afterwards and he told me to tell you to meet him there.” Reeve just smiled again, giving Vincent a look the gunman was tempted to smack off of him. “And don’t worry, the crew and everyone else is off of the ship. I’ll give Lord Godo your excuses if you are not able to make it to his house tonight.”

“Thank you...I think.” Vincent said no further words as he turned, making his way back to the gates that opened up into Wutai. The Shera was grounded about half a mile outside of it, far enough away to have open space to land and take off in. The walk was only slightly long, but by the time he made it to the open mouth of the ship he could feel himself shaking. It wasn’t out of fear, he knew Cid would never hurt him if he could prevent it. It was the apprehension, the excitement he could feel twisting his guts apart about what COULD happen, and it only grew as he ascended the steps to the hallway entrance. He quietly shut the metal door behind him, but the echo of it rang through the empty metal hallways.

The captain’s quarters was only a little ways down the hall, and by the time he reached it a light sweat was at his brow, his breath quickened and his body shaking even worse. He wasn’t sure what was beyond the door, and he couldn’t make up his mind if the thought of what COULD be frightened him...or excited him. He hadn’t been this nervous since-since-he’d NEVER been this nervous, and all of the resolve to stay cool in the face of the pilot melted away as he turned the doorknob, the door swinging open to reveal the moonlit room. His eyes landed directly on the bed that lay by the open windows and his eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat.

Cid lay on it, leaning back on the low set wooden headrest as one leg was bent at the knee, his body slightly turned. The pilot’s head was bent down towards his chest, his free hand behind his head as the other held a single, barely lit cigarette that glowed slightly in the dark and a book at the same time skillfully. He wore no shirt and the muscles on his stomach, chest and arms stood out in a painfully deep relief, the silver dog tags Cid always wore sliding down his neck onto the bed. His normally tanned skin looked as pale as Vincent’s in the moonlight, and if Cid ever told Vincent his eyes seemed to glow Cid’s themselves most certainly did. The normally excited face that was usually set in grin or growl was calm, almost serene as it turned and watched the gunman stand mutely at the doorway of the room. “Well?” Vincent snapped out of his revery as Cid spoke, his voice amused but somehow sultry at the same time. “Are you coming in or what?...shut the door behind you when you do.” With that the pilot took a drag on the cigarette, his face lit up as the ashes burned and he dropped the book he was reading to the floor.

Vincent, who always had control over himself no matter what, suddenly lost it. The bag he carried dropped out of his hand, and within three steps he’d crossed the distance of the room and sat himself down on the lap of the blonde on the bed. His let his hands freely roam as one of them reached up to snatch the cigarette out of Cid’s hand, roughly putting it out in the wooden headboard. The same hand snatched the edge of his tank top, pulling it over his head as his black hair fell wildy around his shoulders and back. Cid was about to say something before a hand slapped itself over his mouth, silencing him. Vincent stared down at the man below him, making it a point to grind himself down into Cid’s lap in emphasis. “I’m going to tell you what to do, Cid, and you’re going to do it, understand?” The gunman’s voice was a growl as the words came out, his eyes narrowed and hungrily roaming Cid’s half naked body.

Cid just nodded, all questions, comments or otherwise totally gone now. The hungry look in Vincent’s eyes only intensified as the gunman leaned down, forcefully kissing him, a roving tongue brushing over his lips before it was granted access to his mouth, tasting the freshness of the cigarette he’d just finished smoking. Cid wasn’t sure just WHAT he’d done to warrant this, but he wasn’t complaining. He jumped what must have been a mile high as he heard and felt the zipper to his pants go down, a long fingered, cool hand wrapping itself around his cock that was steadily growing harder. He groaned into Vincent’s mouth that continued to rage war against his own, his eyes closing tightly. The mouth on his and the hand around his now rock hard member were merciless in the way they tortured him, and he broke from the kiss to inhale a deep breath of air, head rolling back against the headboard. His once occupied hands grabbed around the smaller waist sitting on him, squeezing Vincent’s hips tightly. “VINCE! GOD, don’t...tease!”

Vincent planted another deep kiss on Cid before trailing his lips away, scooting further down the bed. He gave Cid no time to ask questions before he licked the pilot’s cock from base to top, Vincent taking the head of it in his mouth as he sucked and licked on it hungrily. The man he was sucking on bucked up into his mouth, one hand grabbing at his hair roughly. He smiled to himself, mouthing up and down the shaft in his hands before he stopped and sat up, unzipping his own pants and shoved them off to land on the floor. His own hard erection had hit the air and he hissed as he hovered above Cid, the pilot breathing hard as he opened one blue eye questioningly. “Now, Cid...FUCK ME.”

Cid’s one opened eye grew wider as Vincent grabbed at his hips, shoving his jeans down around them. Vincent knew it was going to hurt, but anticipation of the pain and the anticipation was nothing compared to having this...gorgeous, muscular hunk of man moving inside of him. He lifted himself up, positioning his tight, unworked hole over the rigid member he had in his hand. He shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he shoved himself down, the thick length that was now stretching him, painfully impaling him all the way to the hilt. He bit his bottom lip harder as he held back a yell in his throat, his whole body shuddering. His ass met flush with Cid's hips and the pent in cry finally escaped his lips, echoing in the room.

“V..Vince?! Vince, are you okay?” Cid’s whole body could feel the man on top of him, his breath coming out harsh and uneven. Even during now, he could see through the lust induced haze Vincent’s obvious pain, the lone tear rolling down his cheek. “VINCE, you don’t have to!...”

“SHUT UP AND FUCK ME, CID! PLEASE, DON’T MAKE ME ASK AGAIN!” Vincent didn’t mean to scream it out, but desperation was clinging to him. He couldn’t stand it anymore, he couldn’t wait anymore, not after thirty years of waiting for this to happen again.

Cid stared up at the man on top of him, Vincent’s red eyes opening to look down at him, begging him to do something, anything, even if it meant hurting him. Cid shut his eyes again, tightening his grip on Vincent’s frame as he sat up and rolled Vincent over onto his back as he pushed deeper into the gunman. An unbidden moan escaped his mouth at the sudden, tight squeezing he could feel grabbing at him inside Vincent, and he placed his face in the crook of the pale man’s face as he wrapped an arm around Vincent’s waist to hold him. His free hand laced its fingers through Vincent’s, grabbing the dark haired man’s hand tightly as he pushed in and out of him. He could hear Vincent’s harsh breathing and moans right by his ear, and he kissed the flesh under his mouth as he moved inside the man he loved so much.

Loved?...Yes. Loved. Loved was the right word. It sounded right, it felt right, it was the only word he dared use right now as he both obeyed and hurt Vincent in a way he never would have wanted to, not if he knew. It was no use now, though, all he could do was finish as quickly as possible without leaving Vincent in the dust. He wasn’t sure how long he’d have to wait- he could already feel the small drip of pre-cum on his stomach from the gunman’s own leaking member, the man under him becoming more and more vocal as they both neared their eventual climax.

Vincent couldn’t think, he could only feel, feel the small shocks of pleasure seeping through him that mixed in with the strong waves of pain Cid was sending through him. The other man’s heavy body was pressing him down into the bed, the tanned skin shockingly soft under Vincent’s fingertips and Cid’s musky smell embedding itself in his senses. This was nothing like he’d thought it would be...nothing, and everything. The thickness of Cid's hard member stretched him painfully, and every thrust into him pulled sharp gasps and small cried from his throat, his face burrowed into the crook of Cid's neck. His free hand had dug itself into one of the pilot's shoulderblades, and his nails made deep cresents in the tanned skin.

He threw his head back as he felt Cid empty inside of him, a sharp gasp mixing in with the pilot’s moan as he came himself all over the tanned body above him. As the eventual surge of pleasure tore through him, he wrenched his head back and far as it could go and screamed. Nothing in particular,just screamed. He screamed for the past thirty-five years that had by that he had watched go by, never fulfilling anything....just staying empty inside. He didn’t notice the man that was in him shaking as he did, the blue eyes shut tightly as he was held in those arms he knew and loved so well, and he didn’t see them widened and shut again as the gunman’s body fell limp into the bed.

Tears from the red eyes fell more freely now, silently as the thin arm that was wrapped around Cid’s back fell limp to the bed, the one in the pilot's own loosen while his body still shuddered in Cid’s hold. Cid’s eyes were shut tight, his face resting on the pale white skin of Vincent’s body, and as Cid held him he was scared. He was utterly, undeniably scared, not just for himself, but for Vincent as well.

Especially for Vincent.
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AN- as per request with plenty of angst thrown in as well. :D yay angst!

Edited 3/10/08