Resurfacing

He wrapped his hand around Vincent’s hard member, squeezing slightly hard as he rubbed the flesh up and down and he kissed the gunners neck along with licks and nips. Vincent arched below him, gasping into his ear as Cid bit hard down onto the gunman’s flesh, earning a loud moan from him as he marked the man his fingers were in. His free hand grabbed one of Vincent’s wrists and pulled it over his head, making Vincent grab the headboard. When both of the gunner’s hands were firmly grabbing the metal posts, Cid took Vincent’s waist and squeezed as he dug his fingers further and harder into him. The legs around the pilot's tightened, and Cid had to gasp for air at one point. Vincent’s ass was squeezing around his fingers in a desperate need, and lusty moans were coming from between his lips that he was biting. He uncapped the bottle of lubricant again and pooled some into his palm, rubbing it up and down his own rock hard member. “Waddaya want, Vince?”

“Y..You....” Vincent’s words were coming out in gasps as he arched his back again into Cid’s hand.

“To what?” Cid leaned down and licked at the gunner’s neck again and bit at his collar bone.

“T..t..to...AAAAHH!”

“To what?”

“FUCK ME!!!!” His answer came out more as a demand than a response, and he groaned into Cid’s mouth as the pilot kissed him and pulled his fingers out of his tight hole. Cid lifted the gunman’s hips up with both hands and in one full movement shoved his cock inside of him to the hilt. Lips were pulled apart as Vincent threw his head back, a deep moan that sounded like a scream coming out of his mouth. The pilot was full inside him, and this time instead of the waves of pain from before he could only feel a seeping pleasure shooting through him. His ass was completely filled by the man in him, and he squeezed his legs around Cid’s waist tighter in a painful prompt.

Cid had to wait for a moment for his head to stop spinning, the feeling surrounding his whole cock making him shudder and gasp. Vincent was TIGHT, tighter than before or maybe just as tight from the first time, the lubricant making the gun man's ass hot and slick. The tight knot of worry that was in his stomach before was gone now, replaced by nothing but lust. He struck up a rythym inside of Vincent, pushing the gunner further onto his shoulder blades so he was fully on him, pinning Vincent into the bed. Cid licked and kissed at the flesh of Vincent’s neck before he fully bit down on it, hard enough to taste the irony tang of blood and to earn a low, drawn out moan from the gunman. He was pushing in and out of Vincent at different intervals, hard then soft as he ground into the man below him.

Every bit of flesh he touched was a shock to him, and Vincent’s skin was sweet to the taste like the blood in his mouth. He wanted to mark the gunner in a way that wouldn’t fade away soon, something that would make people stop, notice, and maybe say ‘DAMN, what’d you get into a fight with and lose to?!’. He was sure Vincent would have a considerable bruise there in few hours, and he smiled into the pale skin of Vincent’s neck as he shoved roughly into him. The gun man was moaning and shuddering, legs wound tightly around his waist as he gripped the bed posts at the headboard with white knuckles. Vincent could feel his second climax of the day coming closer and closer with every thrust Cid was pushing into him.

Vincent opened his eyes in confusion as Cid stopped and pulled out of him. “CID, please, please don’t!”

“Don’t worry baby...” Cid chuckled against Vincent’s skin as he leaned up, and with some resistance grabbed the gunman’s waist and flipped him over onto his stomach, Vincent’s appetizingly pale ass looking right up at him. Cid chuckled again as he leaned up and pushed back into him, his arms wrapping around the smaller waist. “I’m getting there.”

Vincent shuddered at Cid’s re-entry and buried his face into the pillow below him. His whole body was being rocked with Cid’s thrusts, and his whole being was aching in pleasure from it. His own cock was painfully erect, ready to climax probably sooner than Cid would. It’d been about three days since Cid probably had good sex....it’s been, as Vincent had mentioned, THIRTY years or more since his last time with, hell, anyone. He could feel Cid’s cock pushing harder and harder against him, rubbing against his prostate and sending shock waves through him. He gasped into the pillow, and he couldn’t hold his climax back anymore as he came violently onto the crumpled bed spread below him, thrusting his ass even harder up into Cid’s groin as he raised his head and let out an orgasmic yell. The posts in his hands dented slightly as he squeezed them mid orgasm, his arms and legs shaking as he tried not to crumple down onto the bed.

The blonde man moaned hard as he felt Vincent squeeze painfully tight around him, drawing a shudder out of him. Vincent was at his end, he gathered, and Cid himself was nearing that too. It was the tightness and the warmth, and the yell from Vincent’s mouth the pilot’s name that brought Cid to his own climax, and he came hard into the man below him. He wrapped an arm around Vincent’s waist as he leaned down, hugging Vincent in his arms as he orgasmed and moaned into the pale, milky white skin beneath him.
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It took both of them a while to catch their breaths. They lay there, chest to chest in each other’s arms.

Sometime after both of them had stopped shuddering enough for Cid to safely pull out of Vincent, it was then the gunman had started crying again, soft but noticeably. He wouldn’t speak as to tell Cid why, or maybe he just couldn’t. Either way Cid just sighed and smiled and held him in his arms until Vincent had stopped. He lay there now, breathing softly into Cid’s skin as he traced little patterns with his fingertips on the pilot’s back.

Cid moved his head slighty and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. They’d reached the ship only slightly after two; it was almost five in the afternoon. “Cid?”

He glanced down at the soft, barely audible voice mumbled into his chest. “Hey, baby....”

“Baby? That’s new.” A soft hint of teasing amusement was in the voice, and Cid sighed in obvious relief as Vincent smiled into his chest. “What time is it?”

“After five.”

“Damn.”

Cid smiled at the obvious understatement, nuzzling at Vincent’s forehead. “Why, you got somewhere you gotta be?”

“I couldn’t get there if I did. I can’t walk right now...” Vincent lifted his head, groggy red eyes opening to look in Cid’s blue ones.

“You know I’d carry you.”

The gumman smiled up at Cid, nuzzling into the pilot’s chest with a sigh. “You already have.” He let Cid ponder over that as he drifted up to sleep, delighting in the warmth of his skin and the smell of motor oil, cinnamon tea, cigarettes and sex.
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AN- thought I'd leave it at a more fluffy ending. :D sorry the chapter was so short, but it's almost four a.m. and I'm running out of steam. *goes to bed*

Edited 3/11/08