Resurfacing

He intended to take this slowly, as slowly as Cid and his libido would allow. The memory of their first, truly intimate time together and the pain that went with it was still fresh in his mind. He made sure none of that, if not most of that, would repeat itself. The ship was, as Cid had put it, completely empty, and as Vincent and Cid walked through the empty hallway to the captain’s quarters, their footsteps and Cid’s nervous breathing echoed through them.

So Vincent wanted another round? Cid thought that the first time might have been enough to satisfy the need for the gunman, but then again Vince’s sex drives and their levels were a complete mystery to him. All he knew was that as he followed the tall, silent figure before him, he felt more nervous than a girl after her first prom...a VIRGIN girl after her first prom. The sound of the door opening brought him back to reality, and he glanced at it swung open to reveal the dimly lit room inside. He glanced up at the red eyed man who stood before it, a mystery smile on his face. “V-Vince...you sure about this? I mean, last time I hurt you BAD, there was blood and everything!”

Vincent remained calm as he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on the pilot’s lips. “Cid, don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do, but!”

“Then TRUST me...I want this. I want this for me, and for you. We both need this...especially ME.” Vincent placed his hands gently around Cid’s waist and pulled the shorter man around as he pushed him into the room. He continued his serious of pecks and small kisses as he pushed Cid down onto the bed and up to lean against the headboard. “I’m in no hurry. I’m not going to rush...I’m going to take my time with every-little-part-of you.” Vincent’s hands trailed from Cid’s waist to his neck, tilting the pilot’s head back as he took a little nip at it. The man under him smelled with a natural musk, and his skin was salty under his lips as he licked and nipped at the softer skin on the back of Cid’s neck. He received a well earned moan from the blonde as his hands wandered down his chest and grabbed the hem of Cid’s blue shirt. He gently pulled it over cid’s head, kissing both shoulders as they became barren of clothing.

Vincent removed his own shirt and shook his hair loose as he tossed the discarded piece of clothing to the floor. He knew what his hair did for Cid, and he rolled his head to the side which made the black tresses that were his hair slip off his back and onto his shoulders. The gunner slowly ran his hands down his own body as he smiled down at the wide eyed man in front of him. “Cid...do you think I’m beautiful?”

Cid gasped through a smile. “Of course...I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world...”

Vincent leaned down, his bare chest pressing and rubbing up against Cid’s. “Then show me...” He brushed his lips softly against Cid’s earlobe, licking it into his mouth as he gently sucked on it, his hands wandering up the pilot’s ribs up behind his back to wrap into his hair. Cid groaned under the touch as he brought his hands up to tangle them in Vincent’s hair and pulled the head back as he attacked the long, pale neck of the gunner with his tongue. Vincent had a taste like no one else, his skin almost sweet to the taste and his hair an aphrodisiac to him. His whole body was tingling and the thin man in his arms was gasping into his ear, long fingers tangled in his hair and nails scraping against his scalp. For the first time Cid regretted it being cut so short, and his whole body was on fire as Vincent pulled at it.

Cid pulled Vincent away from him and pulled him up into his lap at the same time. He was sure he was hard already- it didn’t take much more than looking at the gunman to get him hard as a rock, and the feeling of the delicate skin against his own was just making it worse. He could feel Vincent’s own growing erection against his stomach, but he trusted the gunman to let him know when it was time for something else to happen. He trailed his kisses down Vincent’s neck, across his collar bone before he licked across one pale, pink and wonderfully hard nipple on his chest. Vincent gasped loudly, the fingers in Cid’s hair digging the nails in as hard as he could, a smile ghosting to his face. It was as if the pilot was reading his mind, and Vincent’s eyes flew open with another loud gasp as Cid bit down on the nub of flesh in his mouth and sucked harder on it. He could feel what would become a bruise rising, one he hoped would stay for longer than his healing rate would allow.

Cid could feel the man in his arms gasping for breath now, a slight sweat breaking out over his body as he bit and sucked at the nub in his mouth, one of his free hands snaking down into Vincent’s pants to grab at the hardened rod of flesh underneath. He could feel the head of the cock in his hands seeping out a small bead of pre-cum, and he rubbed the liquid into the rigid flesh with his thumb. The man in his arms, in his hand and in his mouth shuddered, Vincent’s whole body pressing up and into Cid’s and his hands painfully digging into Cid’s blonde hair. He could Cid’s lips detach from his nipple to lick down the thin line of Vincent’s stomach, the pilot’s hands slipping his pants further down around his hips to free his rock hard cock. The stiff organ hit the air and Vincent gasped again as Cid licked the head of it, his wet tongue trailing a line down and back up the length again. “Cid...sl...slow down...”

Cid raised his head, licking up Vincent’s length again as he did so. “Baby, I am.” He left it at that as he took the gunman’s member in his mouth again, sucking on the weeping head before he took the whole length in his mouth. Then pre-cum from before was salty and slightly bitter, but nothing he couldn’t handle. The ridges and wrinkles of his long cock stood out in painful relief against his tongue, and like everything else on the gunner it was long and (Cid thought it was a silly thing to think but true) elegantly made. Cid lifted his head and opened his eyes, staring up at the red, flushed face of the man he had in his mouth.

Vincent couldn’t help but pant, the hot, wet mouth that was sucking and licking on him putting every nerve on edge, every sensation heightened. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, and as the sucking on him grew harder and stronger his head rolled back. He dug his fingers in Cid’s blonde hair as hard as he could before he groaned and emptied himself into Cid’s mouth. He could hear the pilot choke slightly as the salty liquid shot into his throat, and Cid reflexively swallowed it, wincing slightly at the taste. Cid drew his head back up, licking what was left of the semen on his lips as he chuckled slightly. “Well...I was wondering what that was going to taste like..”

Vincent opened his eyes and looked down at the man resting his face against his inner thigh, playful blue eyes looking up at him. The gunman shook his head and leaned down, kissing the strong, bare back on the pilot. “Cid...I want to try again.”

“I don’ KNOW Vince, I think something like this is a required taste...or at least one it takes a while to get used t-..” Cid stopped as Vincent lifted his face and pushed him back to lean over him, his hands down by Cid’s head. It suddenly clicked as Cid saw the look in Vincent’s eyes, and he shook his head. “No, Vince...I can’t, I don’t wanna hurt you again!...I thought we TALKED about this!”

“No, YOU talked about this, I just ignored you. And I KNOW..” Vincent leaned down and kissed Cid, his tongue darting over the blonde’s lips as he tasted the salty aftertaste of his own discharge. “You don’t want to hurt me...and you won’t.”

“Waddaya mean?”

Vincent reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid, shaking it with a smirk. “You never stopped to ask yourself exactly WHAT I bought when I took your wallet, hmmm?” His smile grew to one of stealthy pride as Cid blushed and his eyes grew wider. Vincent popped the top of the bottle and held it down to the pilot’s nose, and Cid gave it a small sniff. The liquid inside smelled like...pina coladas? “You asked me to wait, Cid...but I can’t. I’ve been standing to the side, watching everyone else around me getting what they wanted...a life, a partner, a family and..and second chances. What have I gotten for waiting? THIRTY FIVE YEARS of waiting, and for what?...I...FINALLY...got what I want, and tonight I want to GET what I WANT from who I WANT it FROM.” Vincent lay his forehead against Cid’s, nuzzling his nose against the pilot’s. “I love you Cid...please don’t make me wait any longer than it would take to get our clothes off.”

Cid stared up into the red eyes above him, the long black eyelashes batting softly on his face. He lifted his head, lips meeting each other as he tangled his hand in Vincent’s hair. The gunner’s flesh was warm against his own and he could taste both of Vincent’s flavors in his mouth as their tongues rubbed against each others. He broke it with a soft pop and kissed Vincent’s cheek as he nodded. “Alright...but if you make me feel bad about hurting you again, SO help me ANCIENTS...”

The gunner smiled as he sat up, tossing his hair over his shoulder. “Relax Cid..I DEFINITELY do not want to make you feel BAD...”
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They shed their clothes and tossed them to the foot of the bed where they could find them later. The room was slightly chilly as the air conditioning was on, but neither of them could feel anything but warmth.

Cid never really took the time to really LOOK LOOK at Vincent, and as he let his eyes wander over the pale frame before him he took in an impressive breath of air. Vincent was just like some kind of exotic animal, long and pale without any hair on his body. He was, without knowing how else to describe him, elegant. The gunner lay stretched out under Cid with half lidded eyes, a faint smile on his face as his long black haired pooled under his head and over the edge of the pillow.

Vincent stared up at the man above him, his smile growing wider as they roamed over Cid’s naked body. Despite his age and constant complaints about it, the pilot was more impressive than any man...woman...person alive or dead he’d ever seen. He never really minded Cid’s height as it just made him more endearing. His body was thick everywhere and the tan of his skin was sun kissed and freckled at his shoulders and back. Every move he made was hormonal and sexual whether he knew it or not, and it was a pleasure just to watch him do the simplest things. The red eyes darted down towards Cid’s still rock hard member, and Vincent reached out and grabbed it with a smirk. “HEY HEY HEY, no pullin’!”

“You're making me WAIT, Cid...I thought we talked about this?”

“No, YOU talked about this, I was just igno-...” Cid’s sentence was stopped midway as the long fingers caressed him, pulling him down closer to the pale body below as the pilot groaned. “Alright...where’s the...the...” Cid couldn’t believe he was blushing as hard as he was, but he was spared the awkwardness as Vincent raised the small bottle of lubricant to his face. “Yeah, that..” Cid stared down at it with a lifted brow before looking back down at Vincent with the same look.

Vincent sighed and took the bottle back, grabbing one of Cid’s hands in his own. He popped the cap and poured some of the sticky liquid on the pilot’s fingers. “You’re going to have to stretch me first.”

“Vince, you’re already taking up half of the bed. How much more are you gonna spread out?”

Vincent sighed. “NO, Cid....” vincent took the slicked hand and moved it to between his legs, into the crack of his ass so Cid’d fingers rested against the tight hole in between. He raised his legs and wrapped them around Cid’s waist, now slightly laying on the top of his back and shoulder bones. When nothing else happened but Cid’s blush getting brighter he sighed again and pushed the pilot’s fingers into him, two of them up to the knuckles. A gaspe escaped Vincent’s mouth as he arched his back, pushing himself further onto the pilot’s fingers. “Cid....m..move, do something please...”

“Vince, what the hell do you want me to do?!”

Red eyes snapped open and looked into blue ones, Vincent’s words coming out in a hungry, lustful growl. “DOMINATE ME.”

Cid swore he felt his heart jump into his dick.
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AN- read that last line somewhere and thought it was the funniest damn thing in the world. Teehee.

Edited 3/11/08