Resurfacing

AN- alright, this chapter is what I officially dub as W.A.F.F.L.E. quality.
What does W.A.F.F.L.E. stand for?
Warm And Fuzzy Feeling Largely Exagerated
Pure sap, syrup straight out of the bottle,freshly cut sugar cane, a five pound bag of it.
Enjoy.
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Afterwards they just lay there, the only sounds that of the two men breathing. Vincent was wrapped up in strong tan arms, and Cid just held the gunman to him.

Blood was not a thing that usual shook up Cid, but for some reason any kind of blood that came from Vincent scared the life out of him. When Vincent had finally stopped shaking bad enough for Cid to pull out of him, his member had been covered in semen and blood. Cid FREAKED. He could feel himself pale, all blood rushing from his face as he stared at it. It was only the soft touch of long, white fingers that brought him back to the present, Vincent’s calm, tear streaked face looking up at him in the forgiveness Cid didn’t ask for. “Vince...oh god, I’m sorry ..I...” Cid turned his face away, only to have it pulled back around again as Vincent planted a soft kiss on his lips, forehead, chin, neck. “Vince, I...”

“Sshh..” Vincent placed his forehead against Cid’s, wrapping his arms back around the broad back in a vice clamp. He didn’t want the pilot to say anything- he especially didn’t want an apology for something he had brought upon himself. He could still feel the pain from their brash, hurried ‘love-making’, and every move just intensified the dull ache he felt from the waist down. His mind was numb, and he could only just make out Cid moving in his arms as he heard the ‘thump’ of Cid’s pants hitting the floor. He was laid down on his side, wrapped in strong, tanned arms and held against the broad chest in front of him. All of his senses seemed blurred, and he couldn’t tell how long it was until his eyes refocused, his mind un-fogging. The moonlight that landed on the bed was framing the man in his arms, the sky blue eyes he loved so well staring at him in concern. He blinked, shifting a bit as a small groan came out and he shut his eyes. “Cid?”

“Yeah?” The soft voice picked up quicker than Vincent thought it would.

“Cure Materia...now.” Vincent felt his body slip out of Cid’s arms and the bed shifted as the pilot sat up, then stood up and walked softly to the bathroom. The gunman’s red eyes watched the body as it walked back out, every single curve, muscle and line in detail. Vincent smiled despite the pain he felt, watching his lover sit down next to him with the soft, glowing green materia in his hands. Cid forced a smile down at Vincent, placing the green Cure down on the small of the gunman’s back. The materia shined brightly for a second before it dulled again, Vincent sighing in obvious relief. “Thank you.”

“Vince...I-..”

“If you apologize again I will show you just what kind of pain I was in, and I’ll do it with your spear...the SHARP end.” Vincent’s tone softened as Cid kept looking down at him, regret in his eyes. “Cid....” He lay a hand on the blonde’s thigh and stroked it softly with a reassuring smile. “Lay down.” He waited until Cid was by his side and he wrapped him back in his arms with a sigh. “I know you want to apologize, but don’t. I don’t want you to.”

“But why not?” Cid was confused. After all, the way HE thought about the situation that it was HIS dick that’s hurt Vincent and not the other way around.

The gunman just smiled, trailing soft fingers down Cid’s face. “Because I asked for it...I wanted it. I saw you laying there, the moon on you and you looking at me like that. It was reckless, it was irrational, it was stupid...” Vincent grunted as he slowly sat up, putting his hair back. “It was painful....and I know you won’t understand me when I say this, but...” He looked down at Cid laying there, nude in the moonlight, hair spread back over the pillow and his eyes staring up at Vincent in a mix of care and concern. “It was wonderful.” He gave a small smile as he said the last word, a small blush on his face.

“...You’re nuts.” Cid blinked up at Vincent as he shook his head. “How do the words ‘stupid’, ‘irrational’, ‘reckless’ and ‘wonderful’ go together?” He propped his arm up at the elbow, his head in his hand.

“Well, if I had to describe ANYTHING that had to do with YOU, that’s how.” Vincent let out a full fledged smile as Cid scowled slightly with a pout. He kept staring at the man, marveling how someone who looked like THAT could constantly complain about how old he was getting. Cid, in his eyes, looked better than men half his age, and.....Vincent’s eyes trailed down the pilot’s body, from his sculpted chest to his completely flat stomach, stopping momentarily at the limp member laying between his legs. The smile on the gunner’s face widened as he continued his revery, down Cid’s legs to his rather long but delicate looking feet. “Cid, you know you’re beautiful, right?”

A derisive snort was the only response he got as Cid rolled his eyes. “Hardly. Look at me, Vince. I’m almost forty years old, I’m past my prime ”

“Cid, you’re IN your prime And you ARE a beautiful man, just LOOK at yourself The way you LOOK is the whole reason I jumped you to begin with ” A feeling of vindictive pride leapt into Vincent’s eyes as Cid’s widened, and even in the faint light of the room developed a visible blush on his face. “To be honest, I wouldn’t mind doing it again Well....at least with some lubricant next time.” He had to hold back a laugh as the word ‘lubricant’ caused Cid to blush harder. He rolled the pilot onto his back and Vincent lay on top of him, tracing his fingers across Cid’s chest with a sigh.

It was the blonde’s personality he’d fallen for, despite the brash way Cid put it across to others. Underneath that rough exterior was an expressive person with a big heart. The pilot was smarter than anyone gave him credit for, Vincent himself included. And even though he would never, ever admit it, the southern accent of the pilot was starting to become an endearing turn on. He’d never even looked at Cid’s body past the blue shirt and khakis, but now and again he’d caught glimpses and snatches of it in daylight hours. Now as Cid lay naked in the moonlight, Vincent couldn’t help but STARE. Every curve and muscle under his fingers was a delight, the rise and fall of Cid’s chest a wonderful feeling. He leaned down and kissed the man’s collar bone, inhaling the musky smell Cid gave out.

Cid watched Vincent, wondering what the dark haired man was thinking. He’d never taken Vincent for a kissy, huggy, feely kind of guy but he was always finding himself amazed about what he found out about the gun man. “Hey Vince?”

“Yes?” Vincent rubbed his face into Cid’s neck, kissing it.

“.....You don’t hate me now, do you?”

Vincent looked up at the seriousness in his voice, the blue eyes looking down at him in seriousness.

Was he serious? “No, Cid, I don’t hate you...I can’t, why would I?” He smiled as he shifted up to look Cid in the eye, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

Cid looked up at Vincent, narrowing his eyes for a moment before they grew wider. “You..what?”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

Both men stared at the door, breaths caught in their throats. Cid’s body tensed under Vincent’s and for a moment the gunner was tempted to repeat the painful love making session all over again. “Uh...captain?” Cid sighed as the voice of his junior co-pilot carried through the closed door.

“Yeah, what?!” Genuine annoyance was in his voice as he sat up and wrapped an arm around Vincent’s waist.

“Um, message for you from Mr. Reeve...he says we’re going to stay longer than he thought...and wants to know if you’ve seen Mr. Valentine?”

“Tell Reeve that I ain’t the man’s nanny and hell if I know! An’ I don’t want to be disturbed until someone needs me to fly a plane or fix something!” Cid just grunted for an emphasis, and waited until Junior moved away from the door, his footsteps fading. Cid sighed and looked down at Vincent. The gunner just lay by his side, glowing red eyes looking up at him in a way that reminded Cid of a puppy that just found a master. He smiled and shook his head, running his free hand down Vincent’s cheek to tangle in his hair. “Vince...I don’t know if you want to, or if you even feel like having another go anymore...I know I do and we may never get another chance to be like this again, but....” He tucked Vincent’s slender body against him, burying his face in the long, ebony hair he loved so much. “I don’t wanna hurt you again, and I might. I just might. So, just...be patient for me, okay?”

Vincent could feel Cid shift under his arms and body, the strong hand holding him, the soft hand running through his long, black hair. He sighed and snuggled up into Cid’s side as he lay down with the pilot, trailing his fingers across the broad chest. Patient? That means he’d have to wait. He’d been waiting for over thirty years, watching people from an off distance, men and women flirting, dating and courting each other. Over thirty years hanging on to the memory of a woman that never felt anything deeper for him that a sense of regret, pretending it was love when it wasn’t. He looked up at the sharply chiseled face caught in the moonlight, soft in all its roughness. The hard, perfectly tender body beneath him and the hands he trusted never to hurt him tangled in his hair.

Cid was a man he’d never seen as anyone other than a reliable, though annoying comrade in war...then a friend, and after a truth or dare session lovers, all in the span of five years. Now he was in his arms and mind and that thought scared him. “For how long?”

“Long enough for me to trust myself with you...or get in some more practice.” Cid smiled, meaning for it to be a joke.

“I can help you with that.” Vincent’s reply didn’t come out joking at all. He didn’t wait for a response before he closed his eyes, melting into the warmth the pilot radiated out.

“...Vince?” Cid didn’t know whether or not the gunner was listening, but it was something he had to say before either of them fell asleep.

“Love you too, Highwind...now shut up and go to sleep.”

Cid just smiled before he closed his eyes. “Yessir.”
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AN- warned you. :/