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Punishment	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I never intended to add on to this story, but this came to mind while writing another story of mine for no good reason.

Chapter Two

"Get up!" demanded an angry voice.

Vincent opened his eyes and looked around, realizing that he was still in the engine room of the airship. He saw the pilot, and quickly diverted his gaze, the memory of the night before tearing through him.

Cid was looming over him with his arms folded across his chest, and a cigarette dangling from his lips, as per his norm. "We�ve been lookin� for your sorry ass all damn morning. Shoulda known you�d go off someplace like this to sulk."

Vincent felt himself starting to shake, terrified by the presence of this man. The past trauma of Hojo�s rape and experimentation had been brought forth the night before, and Vincent was finding it impossible to act normally. He had been conditioned all those years ago to be completely submissive when in such a situation, and he locked up.

"Get the fuck up, we need to get going." Cid came forward and nudged Vincent in the side with his boot. "Meteor and Sephiroth ain�t gonna wait for Vincent Valentine to finish his fuckin� angsty pity party."

He swallowed hard and forced himself to his feet. Without looking at the pilot, Vincent started forward to leave, but felt his right arm captured by Cid. He quit moving and his eyes went wide in fear, dreading what further humiliation the other man would lavish upon him.

"Vince�you, are you okay?" Cid asked, his voice almost sounding concerned.

Back in the lab, Vincent would have been further tortured if he�d dared respond to a question from Hojo, and he had to push past his conditioning to reply. "No."

Cid relinquished his hold on the gunman and crossed his arms over his chest again. "Look guy, snap the fuck out of it. I�m sorry I got a little carried away, but we�ve got shit to do, and we can�t afford havin� you freeze up now. There�s a fight waitin� for us."

Vincent closed his eyes, still facing away from him. "I�m aware of the circumstances."

Cid huffed and watched Vincent walk hurriedly from the room. A smirk came to his lips.

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Seven years later�

Vincent was sitting at his kitchen table in the small house he lived in. He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, laced with a good amount of alcohol. In fact, the more of it he drank, the more Irish Crème he poured in, and now that was what the main ingredient of his so-called coffee was.

After the defeat of Sephiroth and the salvation of the Planet, Vincent had dropped off the radar. He hadn�t bothered to maintain ties with any of his former teammates. They all seemed to have possessed a certain disdain for him anyway.

That�s not to say that he lived alone. He had taken a boarder several years back and they had stayed on. She was a young thing, but he possessed absolutely no interest in her beyond her rent checks, that were generally on time. Being that she was a stripper, she tended to work nights, meaning that he rarely even saw her.

How he�d come to live with a stripper was merely a matter of economics. During a time when he needed money, he�d taken up a position as a bouncer at the local �gentlemen�s club�. One night as he sat by the door, the girl, named Rayna, had come out to have a cigarette. She began rambling on to him about how her boyfriend had thrown her out the night before and she needed a place to crash. Seeing a way to supplement his cash flow, Vincent had simply made her the offer to move in with him, and she had eagerly accepted.

He no longer worked as a bouncer, however. Being that he�d once worked as a Turk and was a trained assassin, Vincent had gone back to the work he knew best, and it paid far better, too. It was generally understood by the underbelly of society, that if you wanted someone eliminated and you had the money to spend, that Vincent Valentine was your man. Now, his bank account was more than full, even though he was only called into action two to three times a year. He saved this money, though, but he knew not why. For the most part, he used his renter�s payments for his basic needs, allowing his ill-gotten gains to just accrue interest.

As he sat there, finishing his morning drink, he heard the unmistakable drone of an airplane�s engines overhead. At first, he just assumed it to be a aircraft commuting overhead, but when the sound grew louder and then stopped, he was forced to go to the window and look out.

His house backed up to an empty field, as he lived on the outskirts of town. As he had feared, he spotted a small airplane resting out there, and moreover, he saw someone walking from it and toward his house.

Vincent�s blood ran cold as he recognized the man.

It was Cid.

He hastily pulled the blinds shut and backed away, not knowing why this man would have bothered to look him up. Not to mention the fact that he was not happy with Cid�s ability to figure out where he lived.

Vincent didn�t know what to do and he looked over at the back door, seeing that he�d not locked it. He raced forward to try and do so, but before his hand fixed the latch, the door was thrown open and he found himself face to face with the pilot.

Cid pulled his spent cigarette from his lips and dropped it on Vincent�s porch. "Vince."

He backed up several paces, then setting his cup down upon the table. "Why are you here?"

"Can I come in?" he asked, his usual cockiness and confidence noticeably missing.

Vincent�s first instinct was to refuse, but there was something painfully wrong with the man before him, and he found his resolve to turn the pilot away lacking. "Perhaps."

Cid took that as a yes and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He slogged over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs before sitting.

Rayna took that opportunity to emerge from her room and come out. She went to the refrigerator and opened it up, pulling out a bottle of beer. After flipping off the top, she looked over at Vincent. "Who�s your friend?"

He didn�t bother looking at her. She was topless, all too accustomed to having her clothes off. Seeing her like that did nothing for Vincent and he chose to ignore it. After seven years, some things just become mundane. "It�s Cid Highwind."

Her eyes went wide and she turned to face the pilot. "I�ve heard about you."

Cid was sitting with his mouth slightly agape, disbelieving that Vincent was shacked up with such a creature and that she was here before him and God in all her unclothed glory. "M�Miss�"

She gestured toward her body. "Sorry, I didn�t know he had company. Don�t worry, it�s a free show."

The pilot just watched as she swatted Vincent on the rear before offering him a smile and prancing back to her room. Once she was gone, he locked gazes with Vincent. "Holy fuck, what was that?"

"Rayna."

Cid shook his head. "What the hell are you doin� with a girl like that? I figured you�d languish away alone forever, not�not get something like that!"

"She and I are not involved." Vincent came over slowly and retook his seat at the table.

"You got a hottie like that runnin� around the house naked and you�re tellin� me you ain�t fuckin� her?" Cid leaned back in his chair. "What�s that about?"

Vincent felt color come to his cheeks. Over the years, he�d come to a self-realization that he wasn�t particularly proud of. Although he had fallen in love with Lucrecia and thrown his life away for her, when he got right down to it, Vincent wasn�t turned on by women anymore. That�s not to say that he�d taken any male lovers over the years either, for he hadn�t. Vincent had been abstinent since his encounter with Cid seven years before. "I�m not interested in her, that�s all."

Cid glanced back over where the girl had vanished. "Right�"

Vincent stared at his former teammate for some time before daring to speak. "Why are you here?"

The pilot looked away. "To make amends."

Vincent�s eyes narrowed. "Pardon me?"

Cid suddenly seemed embarrassed, and his eyes betrayed his inner pain. "I�m trying to make things right with those I�ve slighted over the years. You were the last person on my list and so here I am."

This was horribly out of character for the pilot, and Vincent was intrigued. "What would compel you to do so?"

"I�m dyin�," Cid replied quietly. "I found out a few months ago that all the fuckin� smoking caught up with me. God damned cancer. Finding out you�re not gonna live forever fucks with your mind, Vince. I started feelin� real bad for the way I�ve treated certain people over the years. I�ve been going around ever since, trying to fix some things. I found Shera first and told her that I was sorry and that she�d meant a lot to me, but she basically slammed the door in my face. She�d moved out about a year after Meteor and I hadn�t seen her since. I guess she got sick of my shit, and you know, I don�t blame her."

Vincent listened silently, trying to let this sink in.

"After that, I found some others. Some forgave me, others basically told me to go fuck myself like Shera had." He shrugged. "Either way, I�d been able to say I was sorry, and that was all that I was after. Then, there was you."

Vincent picked up his cup and downed its remaining contents quickly. He would never have imagined that Cid was capable of regret or remorse. The whole situation was tragically upside down. Still, what Cid had done to him all those years before had left its mark, and Vincent wasn�t so certain that he could just sweep it under the carpet like that. Then again, there was always revenge. Vincent realized that he was in a position of power and that made a smile come to his lips.

Not having gotten any sort of response from Vincent, Cid looked away. Rayna emerged from her room again, this time with a tee shirt on. She came back out into the kitchen, grabbed something from the pantry, and then retreated, giving Cid a wink before shutting her bedroom door again.

Cid shook his head. "How can you live with that and not seriously be sleeping with her?"

Vincent hung his head and sighed. Revenge� He got up from his seat and went around the table, swallowing the last of his fear that he held for Cid. Vincent leaned forward, placed his hands upon the pilot�s shoulders, and whispered into his ear. "Because I�m not interested in women."

Cid�s eyes narrowed. "What about all that shit about Lucrecia?"

Vincent remained standing behind him. "I was more in love with the notion of love itself, perhaps. As the years have come and gone, I�ve accepted the truth."

Being a raging bisexual, Cid wasn�t put off by Vincent�s revelation. "So, you got a boyfriend then?"

Vincent smiled to himself, since he was positioned out of Cid�s sight. He leaned down toward Cid�s ear again. "I have no one, and have done nothing for seven years, Highwind. Perhaps it�s time that I did, though."

Cid didn�t know whether to outright laugh or run out of the room screaming. This was the most un-Vincent like thing Vincent had ever done. He had no idea how to respond. "You�ve changed�"

"So have you." Vincent smiled faintly to himself, before squeezing Cid�s shoulders and then giving the other man a quick kiss on the cheek.

Cid continued to remain perfectly still for a long time. The fact that Vincent had just said he was gay and had then gone on to kiss him wasn�t sitting well. He supposed that Vincent had just done it to mess with him, but it wasn�t the sort of joke that he�d come to expect out of the man. "Vince, what in the hell was that?"

Vincent put his lips close to the pilot�s ear. "You fucked me, Cid. I never got to have my revenge for what you did to me the day before we went after Sephiroth."

His eyes went wide. Cid knew that in honesty, he�d hurt Vincent emotionally and physically then. The fact that Vincent now seemed determined to reciprocate for then in some way made the pilot�s heart race. He slowly turned in his chair until he was looking up at Vincent. "What do you have in mind, Vince? Are you gonna hurt me? Take me out in the yard and kick my ass? What?"

"Kick your ass? No." Vincent turned and started walking for the back door. "Follow me."

Feeling his heart rate jump again, Cid got up and went with Vincent out of the house. He found himself led to the shed out back.

Vincent pulled out a key from his pocket and opened the door. He stepped inside and motioned for Cid to do the same, before closing and locking the door.

Cid looked around them, impressed at what he saw. There were workbenches lining two of the walls, and they were absolutely covered in disassembled guns. Along one of the other walls were an old couch and a small television sitting on an upturned crate. "What is all of this?"

"I may not need money, but I love guns, Highwind." Vincent motioned toward all of the weapons. "Just so that I had something to do, I started this little gunsmithing business. The guys at the gun range keep me busy fixing and upgrading their weapons. This is my retreat, if you will."

Cid cocked an eyebrow. "Oh. I�m guessing you didn�t bring me out here to show me your guns though, right?"

Vincent narrowed his eyes, already aroused. "No, not exactly. I want to do to you what you did to me back on the airship."

Cid�s eyes went wide. He�d had sex with other men a few times, but the pilot had never received. Part of him immediately grew afraid. "Come on, Vincent, you�re not serious. You were messed up after what we did, you don�t want to be with me!"

He reached down and undid his belt. "Actually, I�m entirely serious. Are you scared?"

The pilot�s obvious discomfort made him turn red. "I�m always on top, you know, with guys."

"Not today, Highwind." Vincent stepped over closer to him. "It�s strange that you're getting this nervous about it this time when back on the airship you seemed completely in control about the situation."

"That�s because I was in control of the situation, Vince." Cid felt himself shaking. "I�m gonna be honest, if I didn�t think you�d just kill me, I�d be out that door and running back toward the house right now. Back then, I didn�t know you all that much, and it was just supposed to be a fling."

"So, you only did it before because you figured that after that last battle, you�d never have to see me again?" Vincent felt a small spike of anger, although he�d suspected this all along.

"Yeah." Cid jumped slightly as Vincent reached out and placed his hand upon his shoulder.

Vincent�s entire demeanor seemed to change. "Well, let�s just give it a try. If you don�t like it, we can do it like before."

The fact that Vincent was going to give him a way out if he ended up not liking it made him feel better about it, still, there were reservations that he held. "You�re not gonna run off and cry this time, right?"

Vincent tensed his jaw. "I plan to not let things get out of my control."

Cid remained perfectly still as Vincent let his hand trail downward and to the waist of the pilot�s jeans. He kept locked in Vincent�s gaze as he felt his pants being undone.

Vincent was pleased that Cid seemed to be submitting. He slipped his hand beneath the pilot�s boxers and soon found that despite his apparent reservations, Cid was just as aroused as he was. "Take off everything and then sit on the couch."

At first, Cid made no attempt to move as Vincent�s hand lingered upon his length.

Vincent cocked his head to the side and removed his hand from Cid, and picking up a small gun from the closer workbench. "I think I just gave you an order."

Cid smiled faintly, knowing that Vincent wasn�t actually going to shoot him, but when it came to sex, sometimes Cid liked being ordered around just as much as he liked doing the ordering. He pulled off his shirt and let it fall to the ground before slipping out of his jeans. That done, he went over and sat on the couch as Vincent had requested.

Seeing that his partner was cooperating, Vincent spun the gun in his hand quickly, and then set it back from where he�d picked it up. He unbuttoned his shirt as he gazed down at Cid. Despite his age and illness, he was still an impressive male, and Vincent smiled faintly as he slipped off his pants.

Cid watched him undress before him, finding it strange how different he was behaving this time. When they�d been together the one time before, Vincent had seemed unbearably nervous and shy about everything, undressing reluctantly and then trying to hide himself afterward. Vincent made no timid motions now, and once he was naked, he stood there, seemingly not embarrassed in the least.

Vincent took several steps until he was standing right next to the couch, immediately before Cid. He knelt down slowly, staring into the other man�s blue eyes. Vincent had never done what he was about to, and inside, he felt some anxiety, but it was hidden well. He leaned forward and kissed Cid, the pilot�s tongue finding its way into his mouth, grazing lightly against his own. This served only to cause Vincent�s arousal to worsen. Maybe what Cid had done to him all those years before had bordered on rape, but for Vincent to have claimed that he�d never thought of it or gotten aroused by at least some of the memory would have been a lie. He pulled back and stared at Cid.

Seeing that Vincent was momentarily hesitating, Cid tried to take control of the situation, and he reached out, grabbing Vincent�s cock. "What are you waiting for?"

Vincent reached down and pulled Cid�s hand away from him. He wasn�t ready to be touched, not yet anyway. Instead, he took Cid�s erection into his own hand, and stroked it gently.

Cid leaned back into the cushions and closed his eyes. Vincent�s touch was light, and it made his state of arousal painful. "Come on, Vince, get a little more forceful than that."

Taking the hint, Vincent tightened his grip, causing Cid to growl. Since Cid wasn�t looking, he didn�t realize that Vincent had lowered himself further, and when he felt the tip of Vincent�s tongue run down his length he gasped in surprise. He shuddered and opened his eyes, looking just in time to see Vincent take him into his mouth. "God damn, Vincent�"

Vincent purred slightly, as he grew accustomed to the taste and feel of Cid in his mouth. He worked at the pilot with slow caution, letting him push slightly deeper into this throat each time he lowered his head. Vincent wanted to be able to take Cid�s entire cock into his mouth and throat, just as the pilot had been able to do to him seven years before, yet Vincent had a sensitive gag reflex so he was having to proceed with care.

Cid entwined his fingers into Vincent�s hair, and began to guide him onward at a slightly more aggressive pace. Vincent went at the rate that the pilot was now dictating, finding it easier to get Cid down his throat than he�d anticipated.

The blond began to near climax, and he urged Vincent on even faster. "Get ready, Vince�"

Although Cid couldn�t see it from the way they were positioned, Vincent had his right hand down upon his own erection, stroking himself along with the rhythm of his movements on Cid. He didn�t want to come like this and when he realized that Cid was about to, he forced himself to stop touching his own length, as he feared he would lose control when he felt the pilot let go.

Cid couldn�t hold out and he pushed Vincent�s head downward, driving himself as far into the other man�s mouth as possible as his cock throbbed and his load was shot down Vincent�s throat.

With the pilot as far down his throat as he was, Vincent reflexively swallowed what Cid gave him. It wasn�t voluntary on his part, his throat had just reacted like this, lest he would have choked.

Cid could feel Vincent swallowing around him. "That�s right, Vince�just take it."

Vincent slowly sat back up, gasping for breath, as he hadn�t been able to breathe during Cid�s climax. He unconsciously pulled his right hand across his lower lip, before looking into Cid�s eyes. "Was that�all right?"

The pilot smiled. "Yeah."

"Now, it�s my turn." Vincent got up for a moment and grabbed something from one of the workbenches. He handed the small jar he�d taken over to Cid. "Do what you have to."

It was a small container of a clear, greasy lubricant, presumably something that Vincent used on the guns. Cid took off the lid and placed a small amount onto the fingers of his right hand.

Vincent remained standing before him, and didn�t move in the least as Cid reached out and began to slick up his cock with the lubricant. This alone felt amazing, and Vincent took a deep breath.

"There, you�re ready." Cid stood up and placed his arms around Vincent, pulling him close and kissing him.

The fact that Cid would kiss him after what Vincent had just done, was for some reason a turn on to the gunman, and he found himself painfully anxious to proceed.

Cid resolved to get it over with and he walked over to one of the workbenches and braced himself against it. He looked over his shoulder at Vincent. "Come on."

Vincent cocked an eyebrow and walked up, and pressed his erection against Cid�s hip for a moment as he leaned down and whispered into the pilot�s ear, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, you know what to do?" he asked, hoping that his first experience being on this end of the equation was not going to be torturous.

"I think I can figure it out," Vincent growled back, maneuvering his right hand between the other man�s buttocks.

Cid closed his eyes as he felt Vincent slide one of his thin fingers inside of him. This was an alien sensation to him, but not exactly painful. His fear began to fade as he realized that Vincent did know what he was doing. Within a few moments, Vincent drove a second finger in.

After getting accustomed to the feeling of something within him, Cid found that he was becoming aroused again, and he wanted Vincent to get to it. "Go ahead, I�m as ready as I�m gonna get."

He smiled faintly and withdrew his hand from Cid, using it to grab himself and guide his cock into the pilot. Vincent did this slowly, wanting to watch Cid�s reaction.

Cid groaned as he felt Vincent force his way slowly into him. The gunman felt considerably bigger than he�d looked once inside, and for a moment, Cid wasn�t sure that he�d be able to bear the feeling.

Vincent wrapped his arms around Cid�s waist, holding him in place as he began thrusting, the talons of his left hand grazing the pilot�s skin. He was moving at a cautious speed, almost completely withdrawing each time, before driving back in, causing Cid to grunt and gasp with each movement.

Vincent found himself licking Cid between the shoulder blades, wishing that he could kiss him, but it just wasn�t practical in the position they were in. He couldn�t help himself, and his movements gradually increased in speed and forcefulness as he got closer to the end. In his impassioned state, Vincent asked breathlessly, "How do you like it, Highwind?"

He couldn�t lie. "It�s good, Vince�keep going."

Although Vincent had always remained quiet during sex, for some reason, being here with Cid made it okay for him not to, and as he neared climax, he began moaning with each of this thrusts.

Cid could feel him getting ready, and he wanted to help him along. "Come on, Vince, I want to feel you come inside me�"

He drove into Cid violently during his final thrusts, and cried out as he let go deep within him. "Damn it�"

Cid winced as Vincent quickly withdrew and walked away. He turned and watched as Vincent went over and began getting dressed. Although he�d gotten aroused again while Vincent had fucked him, his body was spent and it was quickly fading. Slowly, he made his way over and picked up his own clothes and put them back on.

Now dressed, Vincent looked at Cid and narrowed his eyes. "Now we�re even."

Cid gave him a weak smile. "And no one ever finds out, right?"

Vincent reciprocated the smile. "Right."

The pilot went over and unlocked the door and the two of them exited the small building and walked toward the house. They went in and sat at the kitchen table for a short time again, neither of them knowing what to say. Eventually, Vincent got up and walked away, leaving Cid alone to stew with his thoughts.
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