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After ShinRa’s failed use of the rocket to destroy Meteor,
they were left at a momentary loss for what to do. Until the planet’s scream
reminded them of Nanaki’s grandfather’s wisdom. They retrieved the last of the
Huge Materia from the bottom of the ocean and headed to Cosmo Canyon where the
elderly Bugenhagen reminded them of what hope might yet remain... in Aeris.
Now, they were aboard the Highwind, Bugenhagen included,
heading for the City of the Ancients hoping to discover why the flower girl had
gone in the first place. At least, the others planned to enter the city. Cid,
on the other hand, was taking a well-deserved break and the moment the Highwind
was successfully in the air, he walked out of the cockpit, beginning his search
for a certain, elusive gunman.
After they had been picked up from the crash site, the
pilot hadn’t really had a chance to talk to Vincent. He had tried to talk to
him while they were retrieving the Huge Materia and before they arrived at
Cosmo Canyon, but the dark-haired gunman was hiding. Why, he couldn’t be
certain. It wasn’t as if they had made any promises but considering the
progress they had been made, it seemed a few steps back for Vincent to become
aloof again.
Or maybe, it was because of all the progress they had
made. Cid couldn’t be sure. Thus, the reason he decided to search him out. Cloud
didn’t need everyone for his jaunt into the City, and Cid knew for a fact that
the blond was only taking Yuffie, Nanaki, and Barret.
Therefore he had plenty of
time to find Vincent. He had already decided he wasn’t going to press the
gunman for definition any more. He supposed it didn’t really matter what label
they had, especially since it seemed Vincent was more inclined to stick around
this time. He was evasive and skittish any time Cid asked anyways. In the big
picture, it really wasn’t important to him. Besides, now that they had some
free time, it was the perfect chance to have a little fun.
Visions of pale skin and
lips haunted him, making his pants a lot tighter than they should have been. He
hurried faster through the corridors.
The Captain began to check
all the usual places, starting first with Vincent’s room. It was dark
underneath the door and no one answered his continual knocking. Cid gave up and
headed for the common room, thinking that perhaps his lover had gone to get a
coffee or something similar. There was no luck there however and he turned back
into the hallway, shoving his hands in his pockets.
He had just decided to head for the deck, sometimes the
gunman was known to flit about up there like a shadow, when he accidentally bumped
into Reeve. Apparently the former executive had also been deep in thought,
which prompted their unexpected collision.
“Sorry, Reeve,” Cid
muttered, running a hand through his hair as he reached for a cigarette. He
thought to move on before pausing, cocking his head to the side. “Say, you
haven’t seen Vincent have you?” he questioned, his tone as nonchalant as he
could force it. Unfortunately, tact wasn’t something with which he was well
acquainted and it came out slightly suspicious.
The ex-executive
distractedly shook his head. “Umm, no, sorry,” he responded, chewing on his
bottom lip before raising his gaze. “Why don’t you call his PHS?”
“Doesn’t have one,” Cid
answered evenly, a bit taken aback by the strange gleam in his friend’s eyes.
“He’s been a bit out of it.”
“Ah,” Reeve murmured in
understanding, though it was more an involuntary response than an actual
attempt to prove he had been listening.
Cid lit up a cigarette and
eyed the ex-executive for a minute. Reeve seemed a bit more disheveled than
usual, and his normally unshakable exterior seemed a bit, well, shaken, for
lack of a better word. As a man who liked to think of himself as Reeve’s
friend, he was concerned.
He blew out a grey ring of
smoke, away from the other man, of course. “So, where ya headin’?” he asked.
Reeve shrugged, managing
to both look slightly lost and distracted in the same strange amber stare. “I
don’t know. The common room, maybe?” He didn’t even sound sure. The pilot was
now certain that something was wrong.
He gestured towards the
hall with his head as he took off towards the common room, happily sucking on a
cigarette. “C’mon. I will buy you a coffee or sumthin’.”
The other male appeared to
consider this for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Okay.”
The two men walked in
silence for a moment, the low thrum of the engines a comforting backdrop. A
cloud of cigarette smoke followed in their wake as the pilot hurriedly sucked
away, knowing he would be hearing it from Vincent if the man even saw him. Honestly,
what was the gunman’s issue? He liked to smoke, that’s all there was to it. He
only had two.... or three... or maybe even seven in a day. That was not that
much... really.
Reeve’s voice cut through
the Captain’s musings. “You know, Cid,” he began slowly, a hint of something
echoing in his tone. “I haven’t seen you smoking in a long time.”
The pilot paused for a
moment, remembering suddenly why it seemed to bother Vincent so much. He had
been lectured on cancer, lung disease, and yellowed-teeth until his ears felt
like they were going to bleed. Then the other man had gone into bad breath,
yellow fingers, and a shorter lifespan for so long that Cid was nearly ready to
promise his first-born if it would get Vincent to just stop. Not that he would
have a first-born or anything considering he was well, gay.
Cid snorted. “Well, it is
a nasty habit,” he answered vaguely, shrugging.
The other man made a
non-committal sound in his throat. “Sometimes a necessary one though, thanks to
the stress of living in this world,” he commented.
The pilot looked back at
the other man, who was a few steps behind him. They exchanged glances for all
of a moment before wordlessly, Cid reached for another cigarette. He handed it
to his friend and offered Reeve a light. The executive coughed at his first
inhale but managed the rest with flair and dignity and soon, he had his own
curl of grey smoke rising up as well.
“I’ve never smoked before,
you know,” Reeve commented absentmindedly, their steps echoing hollowly in the
almost empty corridors. Most of Cid’s crew must have been hard at work.
“Why start now?”
The other man shrugged.
“Just felt like I needed one. Thanks.”
Blue eyes shot to him
curiously but he nodded in understanding as they approached the common room. The
Captain pushed open the swinging door and they stepped inside, pleased to find
that it was as empty as it was twenty minutes ago when he had come in the first
time. Gesturing Reeve towards a table, Cid dug into his pockets for some change
to put it into the coffee machine.
A few moments later he was
returning to the table with a steaming Styrofoam cup for the each of them. Cid
would rather have tea but it just wasn’t available. “Wanna talk about it?” the
pilot asked as he took his seat, turning the chair backwards so that he could
lean against the back.
Reeve took a drag on his
cigarette, delighting in the familiar flavor even if he wasn’t used to it
himself. “You going to tell me why you’re looking for Vincent?” he asked,
wondering if it would be an exchange of secrets.
The other man shrugged. “I
have to talk to him about something, no big deal. Now what about you?”
The ex-executive sighed,
appearing to contemplate before beginning quietly, “I’ve pretty much always
worked for ShinRa, you know that. Started in the military at a young age, was
recognized for my talents and drafted into intelligence. I was one of the
youngest investigators that they had, and one of the best, which attracted the
attention of the President.” He paused to take a sip of his coffee, letting his
cigarette burn away between his fingers. It was more for the familiar scent
than anything else...
“And not the least bit
modest,” Cid joked, raising an eyebrow.
The other man shrugged. “Why bother with modesty when it
is the truth? Besides, that isn’t even the point.” His eyes took on a strange
look as he shifted his gaze away, staring at some unknown spot on the wall. “I
became Head of Urban Development when the higher ups got excited by my early
designs of robotic helpers, which were of course, Cait Sith. I had wanted to do
some good. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. The company that I
idolized was corrupt and then... things got complicated.”
“Complicated?” the Captain
repeated.
“Yes. A terrorist group
called AVALANCHE started to rise against ShinRa, and then dead generals started
coming back to life,” Reeve sniped sarcastically. He bit his lip when he
realized he was snapping at Cid for no reason and calmed his voice. “Little by
little a resistance was developing against ShinRa, and the President didn’t
like it one bit. Rufus is even more ruthless than his father, only more cunning
and cruel. The president was a bastard, but Rufus, he is cold and calculating,
using whatever means necessary to get what he wants.”
Cid only nodded to show
that he was listening as he attempted to digest what Reeve was telling him. He
shifted a bit in his seat, sipping mutely at his coffee and contemplating a
second cigarette.
The executive’s eyes were on the table, cigarette still
burning away untouched between his fingers. “You have to understand, I never
wanted to spy on your group or betray you either. I actually liked you. It
seemed your cause was just and true, not based on greed and power like ShinRa.
But they used him against me and threatened to hurt him.” Reeve looked up and
locked eyes with Cid, ensuring the pilot that he was speaking from his heart.
“I am telling you because I believe that you know exactly what I mean. We all
have secrets to protect.”
Cid nodded slowly. Yes, he
knew very well. Although no one of their group was aware that he and Reeve had
known each prior to the current events, Cid understood that Reeve was aware and
understood the reason for secrets. Whether or not the ex-executive knew of
Vincent was up for debate.
He sat forward in his
seat, balancing one arm against the back of the chair. “I’m not going to ask
that you tell me who ‘he’ is because I certainly ain’t going to divulge any
names either, but he’s in ShinRa, ain’t he?”
Reeve sighed and rubbed
his temples. “Yes, and now we stand on opposite sides of the field and I am at
a loss what to do. I cannot fight him; I will not fight him, and he still
doesn’t know about the threats.”
“It’s probably better that
he doesn’t,” the blond muttered knowingly. “Sometimes they tend to get cranky
if they find out you were trying to protect ‘em.”
Reeve nodded as he drank
solidly from his coffee, it had finally cooled down enough. “I agree. He is
actually the one that smokes,” he added as more of an afterthought. He flicked
the large collection of ash from his cigarette, took one last drag, before
grinding it out into the ashtray. He really only wanted the familiarity of it,
not really interested in the nicotine.
“At least you don’t have
to worry about chasing after him,” the pilot commented. “Sometimes they can be
as slippery as an eel.”
Amber eyes sparkled as if
remembering a past time and for a moment, the melancholy look that had
afflicted Reeve managed to lift, making him look younger. “Ah, but the fun is
in the catching.”
“Right you are,” Cid
commented. He stood up and stretched, quickly draining the last of his cup. He
crushed the Styrofoam in his hand and tossed it near the wastebasket, easily
missing the can by several feet. “Well, guess I’d better go see how off course
we are with that moron flying.”
Reeve rose to his feet as
well, walking over to put his cup in the trash and bending down to pick up
Cid’s missed projectile. “You aren’t going to continue searching for Vincent?”
he questioned, absentmindedly tossing the crumpled cup into the trashcan. After
all, he was quite used to picking up after someone else.
“Of course,” the blond
responded, heading for the door. “I can’t just let ‘em get away from me, now
can I?” he asked rhetorically, throwing the ex-executive a glance over his shoulder.
The former ShinRa nodded
his understanding and Cid was immediately glad that the troubled expression on
his face had all but vanished. “No, you certainly can’t,” he agreed. “Good
luck.”
“Not gonna need it. But if
it’s there, I ain’t lettin’ it go, ya get me?” the pilot returned before
flipping a hand at Reeve in a form of goodbye. The former executive raised a
hand to return the gesture but Cid was already gone.
In the hallway, Cid
resisted the urge to whistle as he shoved his hands in his pockets and
continued his strolling search. He considered that his good deed for the day
and now, with the conversation with Reeve behind him, it was time to find
Vincent. He checked the usual haunts once more; the darkened shadow of the
bridge and Vincent’s room but both were missing dark-haired gunman. So he
headed to the deck on a whim. Sometimes Vincent braved the bright sunlight.
As he approached the door,
however, voices floated his direction and he paused to listen. Not that he was
eavesdropping or anything. Besides it was his damn airship and he was curious
as all hell. He craned his ear towards the door, picking up on most of the
conversation.
Bugenhagen’s voice floated to him first. “You are going to have to tell me
exactly when this happened, not that I disapprove of the changes.”
Cid’s brows rose. He
leaned closer as he heard someone sigh in response. “It happened in the battle
against Scorpios.” Ah, the pilot recognized Nanaki immediately. “I was trying
to save Yuffie and I couldn’t. I started to get angry and then... I don’t know.
Something flashed and then, I was in this body.” Nanaki stopped speaking and
Cid craned his neck to hear what came next, barely able to distinguish the
sounds of someone shifting around. “I needed Phoenix but Reeve had her. I don’t
know how I knew it, but somehow I called her by her true name and she came to
me.”
The old grandfather hummed
thoughtfully. “Did you know that the amulet was a result of a peace treaty
between the Wutaiians and your clan years and years ago?” he questioned,
abruptly changing the subject.
The change was so rapid that even Cid was reeling, as he blinked in confusion,
not that it stopped him from listening.
“How would I know that?”
Nanaki countered with a hint of sarcasm to his voice. “What’s that to do with
it, anyways?”
Cid swore that Bugenhagen
sounded amused, probably because his grandson had just sounded like a teenager.
“Apparently it is the cause for your transformation, though I do not understand
exactly how or why it works.”
“Old man!”
Cid leapt high into the
air, whirling around to face Yuffie with his heart pounding in his chest. “The
fuckin’ hell, Yuffie!” he snarled. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” She had
interrupted him at the worst time, too. He was starting to get into the really
juicy stuff!
Brown eyes sparkled as she gave him a knowing look. “You’re the one
eavesdropping.” She pointed out, planting her hands on her hips.
He snorted as he pushed
down a vaguely sheepish look. “Shouldn’t you be barfing somewhere?” he
countered smugly.
“Hardy-har-har, very
funny,” she snarked, rolling her eyes before pushing past him to peer through
the window in the door. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”
He crossed his arms over
his chest. “Nothin’ brat. Now scram. I gots work to do.”
Yuffie waved him off.
“Yeah right. You’ve just been wandering around like a lost puppy.” She craned
her neck, peeking through the view portal. “Ah! There he is!”
“I’m not a lost puppy!”
Cid huffed. “I’ll have you know that I was looking for somethin’.”
She shot him a look over
her shoulder as she winked. “Or someone,” she chirped before pushing open the
door to the deck, hard enough to make it smack against the opposite wall and
announce her presence. “Oy, Nanaki! I been looking for you,” she called out.
Behind her, Cid was
spluttering indignantly. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, dragging him
out on the deck, ignoring his spluttered comments. He really was amusing to
tease.
Bugenhagen and Nanaki
turned to greet their visitors, the both of them standing near to the railing.
Yuffie’s step was jaunty the first bit of the stroll across the deck, but the
closer she got, the greener her face was. By the time, she reached Nanaki she
looked as if she needed to find the nearest corner to puke in. It was a good
effort.
She released Cid and cast
her best friend a pitying look.
“Greetings, Captain
Highwind,” Bugenhagen said with a tip to his head before he turned towards the
unsteady ninja. “And Miss Kisaragi, you are not looking too well.”
She waved him off. “I’ll
be fine once the ground stops trying to say ‘hello’.” She ulped and faltered,
but Nanaki was immediately at her side, placing a concerned claw on her elbow
and keeping her standing. She cast him a grateful smile.
The elderly man laughed. “The
fresh air is good for you. Come. Sit by the railing. It may aid you.” He turned
towards the pilot. “This is a fine example of engineering, Captain. I do so
love the smell of machinery.”
A broad grin broke out on
the blond’s face. He gave the old man a hearty slap on the back. “In’it
though?” he questioned with a laugh. “There’s nothin’ like the smell of grease
and engine.” He paused considering something. While Nanaki was busy with
Yuffie, he leaned in towards the old man. “Say, you haven’t seen Vincent around
have you?”
“Mr. Valentine?”
Bugenhagen questioned. “No, can’t say that I have.”
Cid pursed his lips but
nodded nonetheless. “Man’s like a damn shadow. Ain’t no one seen him.”
“Seen who?” Yuffie piped
up right near Cid’s ear and he nearly had another heart attack. He whirled
around and jabbed a finger in her face.
“Stop doin’ that, brat.”
She giggled but ignored
his threat. “So, tell me more about the amulet,” she suggested, turning towards
Bugenhagen. “I heard it had something to do with the Wutai. Why did our people
start fighting?”
Vaguely interested, the
pilot listened as Bugenhagen nodded and began to explain but it was only with
half an ear. Inwardly, he was trying to discern where Vincent could possibly be
hiding. When he didn’t want to be found, it was rather impossible to locate
him. Was the gunman purposefully making himself scarce?
“Petty differences and
racial arguments, nothing worth mentioning,” Bugenhagen was saying. “But the
amulet was made by the highest ranking monk of Dao-Chao and the strongest
spiritual chieftain of Nanaki’s clan. It was a collaborative effort made to
ensure that peace would always exist between the two races.”
“Wow,” Yuffie exclaimed,
her eyes shining. “That is so cool. What else do you know about our history?”
Bugenhagen opened his
mouth to explain but Cid interrupted him. “All right, brat. Keep yourself outta
trouble, I’m headin’ in,” he said with a flip of his wrist as he headed for the
door. “History makes me wanna sleep.”
The three called out their
goodbyes and he could just make out the sounds of Bugenhagen starting out his
tales as the door to the deck slid shut behind him. On the other side, he
breathed a sigh of relief having escaped that sleep-inducing event and started
back on his search. He wandered to the infirmary and the chocobo paddocks, as
well as scouring every dark inch of the cargo bay.
No dark-haired gunman.
Getting a little
frustrated, Cid checked the bridge and the common room once more, just in case he
had passed Vincent somewhere along the way. But no one had seen him. Damn
vampire, always hiding in the shadows.
He had just got it in his
mind to check the last room on his list, one he had avoided because he didn’t
think he would find Vincent there, when he felt the airship touch ground. The
others would be heading into the City of the Ancients soon, if not at that
moment. Well, at least, the pilot did a good job at landing for once.
On a whim, Cid rounded the
corner and strode into the conference room, his eyes finding the
crimson-cloaked form of his lover almost immediately. He rolled his eyes in
exasperation. “There ya are!” he exclaimed. “What the hell are ya doin’ in
here?”
Scarlet eyes glanced over
a shoulder, only looking away for a few seconds from the world map he was
studiously perusing. “Thinking,” the gunman answered succinctly before
returning his gaze to the world map.
Cid raised a brow, already
making his way across the room to his lover’s side. “Don’t ya think ya do that
enough?” he asked as he wondered why Vincent had chosen to hide in the
conference room of all places.
“Or maybe you don’t do it
enough?” Vincent countered with some amusement to his tone before he turned to
face the approaching captain. “Were you looking for me?”
The pilot grunted. “For
two damn hours!” he expressed with a wave of his hand. “Yer never in here so
it’s the last place I checked. And that’s after goin’ to the bridge, the common
room, and your room twice! I cheered up Reeve and listened to Bugenhagen
blather.”
“All for me?”
Cid sniffed. “You’d like
to think that wouldn’t you?”
Vincent shot him an amused
glance before stepping closer, one hand reaching out to drag the other man
towards him. “I don’t know what to think when it comes to you,” he murmured
seductively, his hands settling on Cid’s hips as he turned the pilot to face
him.
Sky blue eyes blinked.
“You sure are friendly today,” he said with a note of suspicion to his voice
which was understandable given Vincent’s usual mood and charm.
“Am I not allowed to be
friendly?” the gunman countered with a raised brow. Before Cid could respond,
he dipped his head and sealed their lips together, taking advantage of the
pilot’s open mouth.
He could no more
understand his feelings for the Captain anymore than he could explain the
subtle lightening of his burdened heart. The strange liaison with Cid was
inexplicable and he had given up trying. He didn’t know what he wanted or
expected, only that he didn’t ever want Cid to leave. It was a startlingly realization
and he wasn’t sure what to think about it.
Cid’s lips parted easily
to him and Vincent’s tongue dipped inside, tasting both coffee and cigarettes.
The Captain had been smoking again. An amused purr rumbled in Vincent’s chest
as Cid pressed closer to him, his scruff scraping against Vincent’s jaw which
he actually found quite enjoyable.
“Been smoking again,
Chief?” Vincent asked as he broke away from their kiss, leaving his lips only
inches from Cid’s, so much so that his warm breath puffed across Cid’s.
The pilot immediately
scowled. “I’m a grown ass man,” he retorted defensively, feeling his hackles
rise. “And I been smokin’ for years. Ain’t gonna stop me.” Never mind the fact
that he had been cutting back for some time now.
A hand drifted down to his
belt, rattling the metal. “Really? When did you start?”
Blue eyes stared at the
gunman suspiciously. “First year I joined ShinRa. When I was sixteen. I had an
older...” His words trailed off when deft fingers began undoing his belt
buckle. Heat instantly flashed through his body, straight to his groin as his
eyes flickered to the closed door of the conference room.
“Uh... Vince. What’re you
doin’?”
Vincent smirked at him, smirked
at him, and those crimson eyes held a note of mischief never before seen.
“I would think it were obvious, chief,” he replied, the sound of a zipper
sliding downwards filling the silence as warm fingers enclosed around the
Captain’s silken length.
Cid groaned, his eyes
falling shut of their own accord. “Feelin’ frisky today, aren’t you?” he
grunted, licking his lips with anticipation.
The gunman didn’t respond
as he unceremoniously dropped to his knees and blew a puff of warm, moist air
across Cid’s exposed cock. The pilot’s hands curled into fists at his side as
he groaned, his arousal twitching interestedly in Vincent’s hands. It was pure
torture; he swore it. Though he was somewhat curious as to what had inspired
this particular decision of Vincent’s.
“Isn’t that why you were
looking for me?” Vincent asked, somewhat amused as his tongue snaked out of his
mouth and lapped at the bead of precum sliding slowly out of Cid’s cock. The
pilot shuddered at the teasing touch, unconsciously pressing his hips forward into
the touch.
“No,” Cid protested,
barely able to speak coherently as one of his hands rose of its own accord to
tangle in darkened strands. “Not the only reason.”
Vincent hummed
thoughtfully. “Do tell,” he said, before leaning forward and engulfing the
Captain’s entire length in his mouth, as deeply as he was capable.
Any thought that Cid might
have had immediately died in his mind as it was replaced by hot-white pleasure.
Vincent was warm and tight, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he slid
his lips up and down the pilot’s erection. His tongue traced the underside,
tickling along veins as his cheeks hollowed with suction. Warm fingers found
their way to Cid’s scrotum, tugging lightly and fondling his balls as heat
pooled in the pilot’s groin.
Vincent worked him
thoroughly and completely, wasting no time in beginning a rhythm that filled
Cid with pleasure. The oddness of the situation, the feel of his lips, the off
chance that they could get caught, it made the pilot’s blood stir and thrum heatedly
through his veins as his hips moved of their own accord, thrusting into
Vincent’s slick heat.
The other man didn’t seem
to mind too terribly, only tightening his lips around Cid’s length and moving
his fingers to encompass the bit of Cid’s cock he couldn’t quite fit in his
mouth. He swallowed carefully, so as not to drool on his chin as he bobbed his
head up and down, stroking Cid with diligent moves.
A groan rumbled in the
pilot’s throat as he cursed under his breath, trying to keep his voice down so
that those passing by wouldn’t get curious. He could already feel himself
swiftly approaching orgasm and just looking down at his dark-haired lover,
watching himself disappear between Vincent’s lips as his pale skin flushed was
enough to send sharp stabs of pleasure through him. His fingers tightened in
ebony strands, probably hard enough to pull out a few hairs.
Vincent grunted and Cid loosened his grip, muttering a ‘sorry’.
The gunman drew his mouth
back until just the tip remained encased within, running his tongue along the
head of Cid’s cock and tracing along the slit. A moan escaped the pilot’s
mouth, tingles racing along his spine as Vincent’s fingers stroked along the
base of the shaft before fondling wetly across his spit-slicked flesh.
“Damn tease,” the pilot
murmured affectionately.
Crimson eyes glanced up at
him just then, glinting with desire before they slid shut just as quickly.
Vincent took that opportunity to press his lips forward, taking the pilot all
the way to the hilt in one smooth motion. Cid gasped, his hips jerking forward
as he felt his cock hit the back of Vincent’s throat. He hadn’t expected that.
A tongue slid across his
cock and then, the gunman swallowed, just once, but that was all it took.
Cid grunted as he spilled
himself inside of Vincent’s mouth, an unintelligible curse pouring from his
lips. Vincent swallowed him down without hesitation, waiting out the last few
tremors before slowly and carefully tucking the captain back into his pants and
sliding the zipper back up.
He rose to his feet, aided
somewhat by the other man’s needy tug as Cid dragged their lips together,
shoving his tongue into Vincent’s mouth with an air of desperation. Vincent was
more than happy to oblige, a critical matter throbbing for release inside his
own pants. He curled his left arm around Cid, pressing their bodies together
and rubbing his hardened groin against the front of his lover.
Cid’s tongue swiped inside
the gunman’s mouth, getting a subtle taste of his own cum as he nibbled on
Vincent’s bottom lip. His hand traced the other man’s back as his stubble
scraped along the gunman’s chin. Heat built between them, making the conference
room seem far warmer than usual as Vincent’s hands tangled in the pilot’s short
hair, absentmindedly dislodging the ever-present goggles.
Vincent broke away from
the kiss with a slight gasp, his teeth scraping along the pilot’s jaw as he
shifted their groins together, eliciting a kiss from the other man. “Bed,” he
murmured, not even caring to ask himself why Cid could affect him this way. He
stopped trying to make rational sense out of everything the day he first ran
into sky blue eyes within a leaning, rusted rocket.
The pilot nodded before
slowly entangling himself from Vincent and heading over to the door. Vincent
smirked slightly to himself as he noticed the faintly swollen look to his
lover’s lips and the haphazard set of his clothes. Cid peered out into the
hallway, noted the coast was clear and slipped outside, motioning for Vincent
to follow him.
Luckily, they made it to
the pilot’s room without encountering anyone. They tumbled inside, lips already
finding one another as quickly as possible as Cid kicked the door shut behind
them. His hands busied themselves with unbuckling the many buckles that Vincent
insisted on wearing while the gunman was already working away on Cid’s belt,
undoing what he had recently redone.
They nearly tripped over
their own feet, lost to their desires, when the sudden crackling of static
filled the air, the sound of the intercom spurting to life. “Umm... this is on,
right?” Cloud’s voice.
The two men exchanged
glances, crimson meeting sky blue in a mutual expression of annoyance.
“Oh, it is? Okay... umm,
everyone to the conference room. Yeah... that’s all.” There was a clatter, a
muffled curse, and a click before the intercom went silent.
Cid sighed, letting his
head fall forward to Vincent’s shoulder with a quite thunk, his hands still tangled
in the other man’s cloak. Reluctantly, a pale hand slipped away from the
pilot’s belt.
“Duty calls,” Cid
muttered. “Kid coulda picked a worser time.”
“You owe me,” Vincent
inserted, slightly testy.
And with audible, twin
sighs, they disentangled themselves once more and with evident reluctance began
to rearrange their clothes, Vincent wincing as he tucked his aching arousal
back into his pants. Sky blue eyes noted this from the corner of his vision as
he resituated his buckle.
Then Cid paused.
Reconsidered the situation. Vincent noticed this, and gave him a curious
glance. But the pilot was deep in thought.
“Ah, fuck it!” he
exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Cloud and them can wait for five
damn minutes.”
Vincent furrowed his brow.
“What are you--” His words were promptly cut off as he was tackled
unceremoniously to the floor, hands already fumbling at his belt as lips found
his.
“Takin’ care of business,”
the pilot explained with a grin as he pulled back from the brief kiss. Crimson
eyes blinked but sudden understanding struck him when Cid slid down his body. A
warm mouth engulfed him, and Vincent’s flesh hand instantly found its place in
blond locks.
“Cid!”
- - - -
Five minutes later, they
finally made it to the conference room, though luckily, they weren’t the last
to arrive. No one seemed to notice their slightly ruffled appearance being as
they were too preoccupied with whatever had occurred down in the City of the
Ancients. Reeve was actually the last to stumble in, rubbing sleep from his
eyes and yawning none too subtly.
Cloud shot him a look as
the former executive took a seat. “Well, now that everyone’s here we can
start,” he said, raking a hand through his blond spikes. “Holy is the only
thing that can stop Meteor. We discovered this. But to use it we need the white
materia.”
Barret wrinkled up his
nose. “Okay, so where do we get that?”
“Aeris had it,” Vincent
murmured in sudden understanding from where he stood leaning up against the
wall, opting not to sit down. “Which must mean there is nothing more that we
can do.”
Bugenhagen shook his head
as he floated to the front of the room, moving to stand directly beside the
huge map. “Not quite,” he corrected. “We found writing there, something Ancient
that was partially translated by someone else. It may hold the answers we are
looking for.”
“Exactly.” Cloud nodded.
“We could only make out a few words. ‘Key’ and ‘in the music box’... we
discovered the music box there but the key... we couldn’t find it. Our only
clue was that we could ‘find the key’ where ‘light does not embrace’.” He
paused as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Any suggestions?”
“A cave or something
similar,” Nanaki suggested immediately. “Only, we’ve been everywhere on this
planet and I know of no unknown caves.”
Reeve tilted his head to
the side as a sudden thought occurred to him. “What about underwater? It’s
dark, especially in the deeper waters, and much of it is still unmapped.”
“What about Deep Man’s
Cave,” piped up the exuberant ninja.
All eyes turned in her direction. “What is that?” the blond ex-SOLDIER
questioned, looking down at the elated Yuffie with a frown. “I have never heard
of it.”
“It’s on the southern tip of Wutai,” the ninja answered, nodding fiercely.
There was a curious gleam to her brown eyes. “I am pretty sure there was an
underground tunnel that led beneath the ocean there.”
“It’s worth checking out,” Reeve responded thoughtfully with a faint shrug. “It
certainly fits the requirements.”
“Wutai is the one place we have yet to search,” Nanaki pointed out.
“And I can take you there,” exclaimed Yuffie excitedly, clapping her hands
together. “The ‘key’ or whatever it is will probably be there.”
“There you have it! Ho, ho, ho!” Bugenhagen put in jovially, clapping both the
dark-haired ninja and the blond swordsman on the back. “On to Wutai, it is
then.”
“Wait a minute!” Cid declared, holding up his hand. All eyes now turned towards
him. “What if instead of gallivanting off towards the brat’s pretend cave, some
of us take the submarine as well. We can do all the searching in half the
time.” He wasn’t too keen on following the suggestion of Yuffie, of all people.
“No!” the little ninja defied loudly. “I… I mean, Deep Man’s Cave is really
dangerous, and we’ll need everyone’s mat- uh… help in order to traverse the
peril.”
Cloud eyed her suspiciously. “I highly doubt that it is necessary that the
seven of us are essential to take on a dark tunnel twisting beneath the depths
of the ocean.” Suddenly, the blond went a little white as he realized exactly
what that journey would entail. It wasn’t that he minded going under water or
underground or even tight places, but when the three sketchy situations were
combined, it left him feeling just a bit edgy. That was not to mention how
entirely dark it would be and probably fraught with monsters, and it was not
his idea of an easy time.
“Fine,” he acquiesced. “We will all go.”
“Trust me, Cloud.” The brown-eyed girl nodded sagely. “You won’t regret it.”
Cid snorted in disbelief. “I highly doubt that.”
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