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Shattered Ice Redux	By : Crya2Evans Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 23: Secret
Liaison

The Turtles Paradise Bar was the pride and joy of the town of Wutai. It was a
large establishment located at the best spot in town, and it had been
advertised all over the world and attracted many tourists. Nearly any alcoholic
beverage a person could possibly dream was found there. And it was well known
for being a favorite vacation spot for the illustrious Turks.

The door to this building opened, and a young looking man with dark hair and a
beard stepped through. Looking very distinguished, he was dressed in a
well-fitting dark blue suit that outlined the slightly narrow sweep of his
shoulders. The man paused as he crossed the threshold, amber eyes scanning the
room. He immediately located his targets, three darkly clad forms sitting at
the far wall, one with a head of red, one with a head of blond, and the last
without any hair at all.

With his suspicions confirmed, the man continued into the bar, allowing the
door to shut behind him. Reeve Tuesti took a seat at a nearby table with his
back to the bar and pulled out his PHS, contemplating the device for just a
moment.

�Can I help you, sir?� a pretty, young waitress questioned. Truthfully, she
didn�t seem old enough to be working in a bar.

Reeve looked up and smiled. �I'm meeting someone, so I will wait until they
arrive before I order.�

She positively beamed at him, her attempts at flirtation sadly misguided.
�Sure, I�ll come back later then.� And she sauntered away with a sashay to her
hips, an action that Reeve promptly ignored.

Shaking his head, the executive returned his attentions to his phone, and he
began inputting the text that he planned to send. What luck it was for them to
arrive in Wutai around the same time as the Turks� vacation. The prospect of
seeing Reno, if even for a short time, was enough for Reeve to sneak from the
Highwind and make his way to the capital city the moment that Cloud, Yuffie,
and Nanaki had disappeared into Dead Man's Cave. It was the only reason he had
even deigned to support Yuffie's suggestion.

The executive finished typing the message and sent it, the phone beeping at him
softly to indicate a successful mail-out. He waited a few minutes more for the
message to reach its intended target before rising from his table and walking
out of the bar. His destination was the local inn, where he had already
reserved a room under another name. It was sad that he was so used to this: the
sneaking around and hiding just to be with his lover of five years.

It was an unfortunate necessity, especially since Reeve was now considered a
traitor.

The executive realized that the other Turks knew about the two of them, as did
Heidegger, which was an inadvertent happenstance. However, with the world in
its present state, it was still best that they tried to hide the truth of the
matter. For even in Wutai, ShinRa soldiers were still everywhere.

Yet, it was a common occurrence for him to long to have their relationship out
in the open. He wanted to be able to freely walk around and call his love
whenever he chose, rather than at a carefully pre-chosen time. He desired the
ability to tell the world what he already knew in his heart: that he was in
love with Reno. He never thought that he would ever find himself, once a person
completely infatuated with women, in love with another man. However, there was
something about Reno, and from first day that Reeve saw him, it couldn�t be
denied.

It was worse for them now than it was ever before. Standing on opposite sides
of a battlefield with neither side knowing the true story, Reeve feared the day
he would actually be forced to battle against his lover. He would never be able
to hurt Reno, but then, that would mean again betraying those whose trust he
had just barely gained. It was a tough decision, one that had been weighing on
both his heart and mind, often causing sleepless nights and an aching head.

It had been a long time since he had been able to actually see Reno, talk to
him, or just touch him. The last he had laid eyes on his lover had been during
their attempts to take back the Huge Materia from the Junon reactor. It had
been painful pretending that seeing Reno had not set his heart to stirring. He
had tried to convince him of the importance of the materia, but he had failed.
On opposite sides, there was a chasm between them now that, unless something
was done, he may never get to see his love again. Just thinking of that made
Reeve�s chest ache. He couldn�t actually imagine living it.

The executive frowned as he walked, engrossed in his internal diatribe, and not
even the cheerful decor of the western town could bring him out of his reverie.
There weren't many people milling about the streets in Wutai as it was not
tourist season just yet. Truthfully, after ShinRa had defeated the Wutaiians,
many had been forced to leave their home to find work. There was only a
fraction of the original population now, and only some of that was due to
deaths in the war.

Always ShinRa� everything it seemed could be traced back to Rufus' family and
their mega corporation.

Suddenly, an arm shot out of the alley beside him, grabbing onto his sleeve and
jerking him into the cool darkness before he could even react. Amber eyes
widened in surprise as Reeve was pushed up against the side of a building, and
lips were hungrily pressed to his own. He instantly recognized the familiar
scent and taste as he eagerly returned the gesture.

A warm, wet tongue slid between his lips, twirling about his mouth and
deepening the kiss as one hand still clutched at his arm, and the other pressed
into his chest. A warm body pushed against him, pinning Reeve to the side of
the building. It was a need for air that finally separated them, and the
executive was able to look up into aquamarine eyes and a grinning Reno.

�How did you get--" the Turk questioned, but he was cut off before he
could finish his statement. Reeve grabbed him, pulling the redhead close and
kissing him again, inputting all of his pent up passions and fears into the one
touch. He moved his lips desperately against Reno's, as if to assure himself
that the Turk was still alive for this chance.

�I'm happy to see you, too, yo,� Reno murmured against Reeve's mouth.

The executive flushed, feeling his cheeks turn red as he pulled away from the
almost violent and most definitely needy kiss. �We probably don't have much
time,� he responded.

Reno grinned. �I'll take all the time I can get.� He affectionately squeezed
his lover's shoulder, but those aquamarine eyes were already darkening with
lust and desire.

�I've a room at the inn,� Reeve whispered. �Let's go.�

- - -

�Well, this is� cheerful,� Vincent commented dryly at first glance of the
capital city of Wutai, which was conveniently also named Wutai. Although he
wasn't sure cheerful was quite the word he was going for. Yet, for the grinning
pilot's sake, he would at least attempt some interest.

Cid smiled cheekily as he chewed on a toothpick he had procured at some
location, probably his means of satisfying his mouth's desire since he could
not smoke. Vincent would not allow it.

�Better than being closed up on that airship,� the pilot added.

Vincent only nodded in response as they continued to traverse the streets of
Wutai. There weren't many residents out and about but those they did see looked
upon the eclectic pair with many assorted emotions: fear, interest, confusion.
He could have sworn that last one was lust and behind them they were attracting
a sizeable crowd of nosy children, one he was certain was tugging on his cloak every
time a gust of wind would seize it.

It had done no good to tell them to leave or, as Cid so elegantly put it �Scat,
you little runts�, because it seemed the children were fascinated by both them
and their weapons: Cid's gleaming spear and the glimpses of his own recently
polished Winchester beneath his cloak. They also seemed strangely interested in
the glowing balls of materia, plainly visible on each weapon. Vincent was
beginning to wonder if Yuffie�s thieving fingers were hereditary.

One precocious female kept trying to grasp Vincent's hair, but he had sternly
glared at her. Now, she kept her distance as well. He found it odd that they
kept trying to touch him but stayed away from the pilot. Was his blustery
manner enough to scare them away? Would Vincent have to resort to crude
language and a loud voice as well since his glare of death was certainly not
making them leave him alone?

�Ya ever thought about having kids one day?� Cid asked with a query that came
out of absolutely nowhere. Though it was probably founded, considering that
Vincent had just glared at another itinerant child of the pack that was
following them. The blond grinned as he looked over at his companion.

Vincent frowned in thought. Thirty years in a coffin and being infested with
this demonic body, he never really thought beyond the battle with Sephiroth. He
never really thought past killing Hojo in revenge. When his beloved Lucrecia
had still been around, had he thought of children then?

Cid laughed, disturbing his thought process. When the gunman cut his crimson
eyes towards his companion in question, the pilot just waved it away.

�I was trying to imagine you as a kid,� he said with another laugh. �I kept
picturing that you would probably be like Yuffie, especially since you're so
quiet now.�

�Highwind,� the ex-Turk warned in a quiet tone. �I should think you know me
better.�

Cid shrugged. �Maybe. So, kids? I never really ever expected to have any,
yanno? Figured I'd just spoil Shera's kids when her and� uh, you know, get together.
I kind of like 'em myself.�

He followed up this declaration with another round of �Scat, ya little runts,
we don't want a fucking train behind us.� They giggled and pretended to
scatter, but when Cid turned his back, they slowly fell into line once more.

�I never really thought about it,� Vincent responded with an internal sigh. He
hadn't really considered anything of his future. At this point he had merely
existed, unwilling to forget about the past and completely uncertain of his
future.

�Well, now's the perfect time to start, wouldn't you say?� the blond put in
nonchalantly, his finger obviously twitching for a cigarette.

Vincent mused quietly on this. He wasn't really too fond of children as they
were loud, demanding, and required him to give far too much attention and a
part of himself he wasn't sure he had. Then again, the thought of such
unconditional love for someone made his heart warm. Children could be annoying,
yes, but they were also honest in their own fashion. And they had big hearts. A
smile quirked at the corner of his lips at the thought.

�I suppose they aren't too bad, all things considered,� he mused aloud as

Cid grinned at him. His next thought was on what the pilot was probably like as
a child. He had most likely always grinned with dreams of flying in the sky and
soaring to the stars.

It was at that moment that the ex-Turk realized he and Cid knew nothing of each
other. Much could be explained by the fact Vincent couldn't remember anything,
but still, the questions hadn't been asked.

He furrowed his brow in puzzlement.

Lost in thought, the gunman almost missed something out of the corner of his
eye. He recognized a dark-blue suit, black hair, and a person that appeared to
be Reeve Tuesti being pulled into an alley. The ex-Turk frowned, trying to peer
into the darkened corridor just across the street.

What was Reeve doing in Wutai, if indeed that was him?

However, he could discern nothing in the darkness. Two forms maybe, but he
couldn�t distinguish anything about them. Perhaps it was just his imagination.

�Hey, Vince, didn�t ya need something in here?� Cid interrupted, jerking a
thumb towards the weapons shop. The query stopped Vincent�s prior train of
thought.

He had needed something� What was it again? Oh, right.

The ex-Turk nodded. �Yes, ammunition for the Winchester,� he replied.

With that decided, the two entered the weapons shop, their entourage of
children remaining outside and pressing their noses to the glass of the window.
Cid shook his head at their antics, while Vincent walked straight to the
counter, completely ignoring them. In turn, the blond amused himself by
inspecting the spear polish. It was too high-priced for his tastes. Then again,
he could really use some.

�Welcome to Wutai�s Wonderful Weapon Shop, good sirs!� the shopkeeper exclaimed
with a bow, his bald head shining in the light of the shop. �What can I help
you with?�

Vincent reached for his gun, the gleam of his claw catching the merchant�s
eyes, which widened as the ex-Turk placed the Winchester on the counter. �I
need three boxes of the strongest ammunition for this,� he requested.

�That is some hand you have there, sir,� the shopkeeper commented as he
inspected the weapon. �Is it real?�

Vincent gritted his teeth at the reminder of his deformity. �I would assume
so.�

The Wutaiian man raised a brow, but noticing the storm gathering above

Vincent�s head, he wisely said nothing more. �I will be right back in a moment,
sir� he explained before turning away and heading to the store room, leaving
the Winchester on the counter.

�Did he have what you needed?� the pilot asked, suddenly appearing at the
gunman�s side.

Vincent nodded. �Yes, but I could have done without the inquisition.� His voice
was bitter as he spoke, immediately alerting Cid that all was not well.

The Captain�s eyes narrowed. �What�d he say? I�ll wring his scrawny neck,�
vowed the pilot, shaking his clenched fists to enunciate his point.

The corner of the gunman�s lip quirked once more. �Have you become my knight,
then? Ready to save my honor?� he questioned, half-turning to face the Captain.

It was quite amusing to watch Cid flush red and fluster about, trying to find
the right sort of words to say. Before he could embarrass the blushing man
further, the shopkeeper came out, carrying two boxes.

�I could only find two boxes, but they are both the Mad Fury edition. Will that
suffice, sir?� the merchant questioned. He was momentarily taken aback by the
intense glare issuing from Cid�s sky-blue eyes. �I� I can order something stronger
if you will be in town for a few days,� the man stuttered, feeling a small fear
from that one look.

Vincent inspected the boxes before he nodded, satisfied. �No, these will do
fine,� the gunman responded, wondering why the man was suddenly stuttering.
That was until he felt the anger radiating off Cid, which only seemed to make
him smile slightly. �How much?�

�Sixteen� uh� thirteen thousand and five hundred gil, sir� the shopkeeper said,
visibly shaking under the never ceasing glare and anger that were radiating
from Cid. He quickly changed the tune of his price under that stare as well.

Vincent counted out the money and placed it in the merchant�s hand before
grabbing the boxes. He exhaled slowly, squaring his shoulders as he stepped to
the door. He wasn�t really looking forward to being followed by the children
once more.

�Tell me, Coupon,� Cid questioned after checking the man�s name tag and leaning
slightly on the counter. It was something Vincent hadn�t cared to do. �You have
a back door to this place?�

The shopkeeper nodded, pointing to the door behind him. �It is through that
door and out the other side, sir.�

�Thank you,� Cid intoned lazily. �C�mon, Vince, let�s avoid those kids.�

Vincent inclined his head, and the two moved for the back door, finally
escaping the hordes of children, though the gunman did see Cid discreetly slip
the trader some gil to purchase those �little runts� some candy. He truly was a
softie at heart.

The back door deposited them in a side street, the local inn just in sight. It
was then that Vincent was reminded of the other reason that they had come to
Wutai.

�I do believe you�ve promised me some hot springs,� the ex-Turk commented.

Cid grinned so widely that the mostly chewed toothpick slid from his mouth and tumbled
to the ground. �That I did,� he said, eyes beginning to darken with the desire,
which clearly involved the thought of a wet Vincent. He jerked a thumb towards
the inn.

�C�mon, let�s go.�

- - -

The steam rising off the water wasn�t enough to obscure their vision, but it
was enough to add a slightly romantic air to the atmosphere. Cid had dished out
enough gil to get them a private room with private access because he knew
Vincent would not want others to see his scars. Well, that and he had selfish
reasons as well.

This, in turn, found the two of them naked and relaxing in the pleasantly hot
water. Vincent appeared to be in deep thought as he sat waist high, clawed arm
propped up on the side and eyes closed with his head tilted slightly to the side.
He had a thoughtful expression on his face and was occasionally nibbling on his
lip in a somewhat unusual gesture.

On the other hand, the pilot was focused, trying to figure out exactly how he
was going to seduce the gunman. He leered openly at the pale skin, glistening
wetly, and the damp, water-slicked black hair. Vincent was appropriately
muscled for a gunman, still possessing some softer lines. Not an ounce of fat
was present on his form, and the flat discs of his nipples were just begging to
be licked and sucked. Cid found himself getting hard just staring at him.

The ex-Turk, of course, knew he was being leered at. He was wondering why Cid
hadn�t attacked him yet, which had also led to the realization that he was
comfortable around the pilot. The blond was the only one who could make him
feel all right� well, not necessarily all right, but more like himself. More
like the person he should be, rather than what he was trying to be, if that
even made sense.

Coming to Wutai had been a good idea. The hot springs felt good on his aching
body and twinging scars, and for a moment, the demons had quieted. All was
good, it seemed, even if it was only temporary, and he was determined to take
the minor break for what it was, a healing of his fractured sanity.

He felt the water swirl in the spring, which attracted his attention, moments
before warm lips pressed to his in the same moment that an equally warm body
settled onto his lap. A hard cock poked him in the stomach, as if blaming him
for its problem.

Vincent returned the languid kiss as he placed his flesh hand on Cid�s hip. The
pilot�s ass was poised directly on his groin, the soft skin and warm heat
causing him to stiffen with each passing second. One spear-calloused hand
gripped his shoulder for balance, while the other began tracing the line of
musculature.

A tongue slipped between the gunman�s parted lips as Cid began to move
sensuously against him, rubbing Vincent�s cock along the cleft of his ass.

The ex-Turk shuddered with the feeling, sliding his tongue along the blond�s
before exiting the pilot�s mouth, only to nip and lick at his neck. The Captain
tilted his head back so Vincent could have better access. The ex-Turk began to
shift his hips slowly until the two were rocking together in an easy motion
that was driving Cid crazy with want.

�Ungh,� he moaned as Vincent found a particularly erogenous zone on his neck.
�Fuck me, Vin,� he requested without hesitation, arousal already curling about
in his belly into a tight coil begging for release.

It was at this point, being in such a good mood, that Vincent decided he was
going to tease his pilot. He released his hold on Cid�s hip and grasped the
pilot�s cock. He was unwilling to completely submerge his claw, so he kept it
propped up on the top. He wrapped his fingers around Cid and stroked him,
sliding a thumb over the mushroomed head. He relished the sound of the blond�s
gasp as the pilot bucked into the teasing touch.

Vincent continued to slide his own aching cock along Cid�s cleft. �No,� he denied
to the pilot�s earlier demand. �You don�t know my name,� he added when Cid made
a strangled sound of protest. He accentuated each word with a strong stroke on
the pilot�s shaft.

The pilot moaned in response, sky-blue eyes fluttering open. �Awww, come on,
Vince,� he pleaded. �You never minded before.�

The ex-Turk quirked an eyebrow as he held back, attempting to keep a solemn
look on his face. �I think you�ve lost your memory, Highwind. I�ve always
minded.�

Cid made a face, one of exasperation, as Vincent stroked him again. �Ah� ungh�
but, Vince, don�t I have special� uh� privileges?� he gasped out, bucking
forward into the touch that just wasn�t quite enough. He wanted to feel Vincent
inside of him as well.

The gunman shook his head, crimson eyes darkening with lust and a hint of
playfulness. �No, I don�t play favorites.�

Cid attempted to pout, but it was lost as a warm tongue curled around his ear,
right along a really erogenous zone. For a moment, he was faced with a dilemma.
Should he give up his habit?

A hard cock poised at his entrance just then, the head teasing the opening but
going no further. Vincent continued to languidly stroke his shaft. It was all
very maddening.

Finally, Cid gave in.

�All right, Vincent,� he conceded. �You win.�

The gunman sighed playfully as he released the pilot�s cock, slipping his hand
down until his index finger reached the puckered entrance. �I suppose that will
have to suffice,� he commented as he easily slid it in and added a second,
curling the digits to stroke along Cid�s prostate.

The pilot shuddered, nearly melting against him. Cid�s shaft jumped in response
to the arousing touch.

Satisfied that he would not hurt the blond, Vincent pulled his hand back and
using the water as lube, slowly pushed into the pilot, his head slipping just
past the entrance. Water wasn�t as good as oil or lotion, but it was definitely
better than nothing. Cid moaned as the thick shaft began to fill him, and
Vincent relished slipping into the tight heat, even warmer than the water
surrounding them.

Finally, he was fully ensheathed. He waited a moment for the blond to adjust
before he began rocking within him with slow, easy movements that rubbed
directly along the pilot�s sensitive gland. Cid moaned, both hands now on
Vincent�s shoulders as he moved against his lover.

The gunman�s hand wrapped around his cock once more, but this time Cid was
getting the stimulation he needed. Growls echoed in Cid�s chest, rocking his
body on Vincent�s cock and enjoying every minute of it. The water lapped at
them pleasantly, the heat adding to the pleasure and causing their skin to
flush deeper.

The fire in Cid�s stomach curled, his cock leapt, and he gasped aloud,
succumbing to the orgasm as he came. Vincent followed him over not but a half
second later. Their bodies shuddered in unison as the ex-Turk pressed his lips
to the blond�s, absorbing his last moan.

Cid collapsed against him, heart pattering wildly and his breath erratic.
Vincent was in no better shape. After a moment, the Captain grinned.

�You fuckin� tease,� he commented with a slight punch to the gunman�s shoulder.

Vincent raised a brow as he gave another light squeeze to the pilot�s half hard
cock. �Who said I was teasing?�

Cid shook his head. �You never cease ta amaze me, Vin. Now let�s get out of the
water; I�m turning pruny.� He made a move to get up, but Vincent had a firm
hand on his hip and didn�t look as if he planned on releasing him. �What?�

The gunman gave a negative shake to his head with a slightly grim expression to
his face. �I don�t think so, Cid. It appears you haven�t learned your lesson.�

The Captain gaped at the devilish glint behind those crimson eyes. He knew he
was certainly up for another round, and it appeared Vincent was as well. He
wondered why the gunman was in such a good mood but figured he didn�t really
care so long as Vincent was happy. He could already feel him hardening again,
and he squirmed about playfully.

�I like Vince better,� he commented with a half grin.

Vincent raised a brow. �Well, I�ll just have to show you different, won�t

I?� he questioned.

Cid could only grin in response.

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