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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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Punishment

Chapter 3

Cid remained at the kitchen table alone for a considerable amount of time. The front door to the house had opened and closed shortly after Vincent�s retreat, and he knew that the gunman had departed. He wondered where Vincent had gone off to, and if he had any intention of returning. In part, the pilot couldn�t help but think that Vincent had just decided to hide, hoping that Cid would leave and not return.

Cid, however, was far too stubborn just to do that. He speculated that Vincent was just trying to pull off the �love them and leave them� routine that Cid had done to him on the airship. Yet, Cid knew that wasn�t Vincent�s style, moreover, he knew that Vincent would eventually break and return. He couldn�t help but think about what would happen when Vincent did come back to find the other man still in his house.

And so Cid waited and eventually gave up the relatively uncomfortable kitchen chair in favor of the leather couch that he spotted in the living room.

Noon came and went, and Cid was still alone, or at least he�d felt alone until Rayna emerged from her bedroom again. She stumbled out into the living room in just a tank top and underwear, looking surprised to see the pilot sitting on the couch. "Oh, hey."

Cid examined her and offered her a smile. "Hey yourself."

"So, where�s old Vinny at?" the stripper asked, coming over and landing on the couch beside him, probably closer than she should have.

"Dunno." He couldn�t help but find himself staring at her chest from the corner of his eye. Her tank top was pathetically inadequate to cover her, and she wore nothing beneath it. Puts poor Tifa to shame�

Rayna, accustomed to having men look at her like that in her line of business not only didn�t mind, but she put her arm around his shoulders and moved even closer. "You know, you and those other AVALANCHE guys are celebrities after what you all did."

Cid tried to play it off. "Just doin� what had to be done, that�s all. Besides, it was a long time ago."

"Yeah well," she brought her free arm over and placed it upon his chest, "I remember seeing your picture in the paper and thinking that you were hot."

He laughed quietly to himself. "Right."

"It would impress the other girls at work if I told them that I managed to nail Cid Highwind," she giggled quietly.

The pilot cocked an eyebrow and met her gaze. "Come again?"

"I think you heard me." Rayna let her hand that was upon his chest drift down toward his waist. "Interested?"

"Are you serious?" While Cid had experienced women throwing themselves at him in light of his quasi-fame, few of them had been knockouts like this girl who was probably close to half his age.

She flipped open the button of his pants. "Entirely."

Having already made it though one sexual encounter that day, Cid knew that any activity with this woman would be drawn out as his staying power in the �second round� as he called it, was always improved. "Well, I�ll make sure to give you a good story to tell them, then."

Rayna purred to hear that he was willing and she slipped her hand beneath his jeans, finding him well on the way to being aroused. She wasn�t disappointed with what she felt. "Big boy, huh?"

Cid smiled faintly. "I guess."

Rayna sat back for a moment and pulled off her tank top, exposing her chest to him. She grinned when she saw his look of approval and soon, she moved to pull off her underwear as well.

The pilot remained frozen in place, in some disbelief over what was transpiring. He admired her, although it was obvious that she hadn�t naturally developed the assets that she was now displaying to him. The scars to her low budget breast implants were obvious upon her, but Cid was able to look past that and he moved slightly, trying to accommodate his hardened flesh beneath his clothing.

Rayna got up from the couch for a moment, now completely nude. She leaned down over him, grabbing the waist to his pants. As she tugged at them, Cid lifted himself a small way so that she could pull his jeans and boxers down far enough to free him.

That done, Rayna looked down, not shy about anything that was taking place. "Like I thought, you�re a big boy."

He couldn�t help but smirk. "Well come on and find out just how big."

Slowly, Rayna got back onto the couch, straddling Cid�s lap as she did so. In the position she had taken, the pilot found himself confronted with her chest immediately before his face, and he dared to let his lips and tongue toy with what was offered to him.

She groaned quietly in approval of his mouth�s motions upon her as her right hand slipped downward, taking possession of his cock. Rayna began to stroke him with a light touch, still hovering over him upon her knees.

Cid found himself growing anxious and he looked up into her eyes. When she saw his lust filled gaze, Rayna gave into his silent plea and lowered herself, driving him deep within her.

He closed his eyes as he felt himself enveloped by her heat and let his head lull back. "Oh fuck�"

"Yeah," she whispered back, remaining still for the moment as she grew accustomed to their union.

Cid didn�t appreciate her hesitation. He placed his hands upon her hips and began to thrust up beneath her.

Rayna cried out at this, throwing her head back. He was driving into her with enough force for it to almost hurt. She placed her hands upon his shoulders and held on for all she was worth.

There was a brief moment of thought that Cid gave to whether or not Vincent would approve but he tried to push it aside. After all, Vincent had confessed to being not attracted to women and had adamantly denied any interest in this female in particular.

And certainly, Vincent didn�t have any interest in Cid beyond their physical encounter that morning. The gunman had only done what he�d done in order to even the score. Nothing more, nothing less.

And other than wishing his forgiveness, you had no other goal in coming here, Cid thought to himself.

Rayna felt the frequency of Cid�s thrusts begin to wane and she looked down at him, seeing that his eyes were open and staring blankly up at the ceiling. Their fiery encounter seemed to have cooled off quickly. She placed her hands on the sides of his face. "Hey, something wrong?"

Cid made a few more half-hearted thrusts and then stopped moving completely. "No�"

"Don�t tell me you�re already tired!" She frowned. Being a part time prostitute for the right amount of money from her strip club clients, she had come to appreciate the fact that some older men just couldn�t keep up a hot and heavy encounter for long. Rayna wouldn�t have figured Cid to have lacked stamina like some of his contemporaries, yet she couldn�t think of any other reason for him to be giving up.

Cid looked to the side and sighed. "I ain�t tired. Just thinkin�."

Rayna moved up and down upon his length slowly, hoping to refocus him on the situation at hand. "This isn�t really an activity that requires thought, Mr. Highwind."

Being referred to as �Mr. Highwind� by a girl young enough to be his daughter was an instant turn off and he prepared to push her way and off of him, but before he managed to do so, Vincent walked into the room.

"Rayna!" Vincent�s eyes went wide as he evaluated the situation. "Get away from him!"

She didn�t do as ordered and just looked back over her shoulder at him. "Why don�t you just come and join us?"

Cid was dumbstruck and didn�t know what he was supposed to do.

Vincent�s eyes blazed and he took several long strides across the room. He grabbed one of Rayna�s arms and literally pulled her off of the pilot.

Rayna shrieked in surprise and struggled to get her balance. "What�s your problem! I�ve been trying to screw you for years and you�ve never gone for it, so why in the hell are you pissed that I�m doing him?"

"Get out," Vincent said to her coldly, crossing his arms across his chest.

She bent down and picked up her shirt and panties from the floor. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Vincent didn�t think that he needed to explain himself to her. He had left the house that morning, curious to see if Cid would leave or stay. When he had returned and spotted the plane still resting out back, he had grown hopeful that perhaps the pilot was interested in something beyond what they had done.

Seeing Cid with Rayna, though, had ruined that notion. He figured that the only reason the pilot had stayed was because he was fucking the stripper.

Rayna knew Vincent well enough after living with him for several years as to realize what was going on. "Oh, you�re pissed because you wanted him for yourself. Shit, I�m sorry, Vinny."

His crimson eyes narrowed as he maintained his gaze at her, still choosing to ignore Cid.

Rayna knew better than to stay in the room and interfere. She walked past Vincent, swatting him as per her norm in the ass as she went before retreating to her room.

Cid wanted to vanish from the face of the earth in that moment. He realized his error. Vincent had wanted something more from him. Vincent had wanted something more from him seven years ago, too. He hadn�t intended to hurt Vincent by giving into his momentary lust for the stripper, but what had happened, happened.

Vincent slowly trained his eyes upon the blond. "So what happened between you and I�meant nothing?"

"You didn�t want it to!" Cid defended himself weakly. "You were just getting back at me for what I did to you seven years ago! Use me and lose me...right?"

"I see." Vincent let his arms fall back to his sides, the talons of his left hand twitching in his internal turmoil, although his face remained placid. "Then you were simply still here upon my return because of what you were doing with my room mate?"

"We�d just started�" Cid felt the heat of color come to his cheeks and he looked away. "I�d been sitting around here for hours waiting for you to come back. She came out of her room just a little while ago and jumped me."

"So, that is to say you had no choice in the matter." Vincent�s eyes narrowed. "I find that hard to imagine."

"Vincent�" Cid realized that he was still sitting there with his pants down and he got up hastily, getting his clothes back in order. "Did you want something more from me?"

"Did you from I?" Vincent shot back. "If not, why did you stay?"

"I dunno." Cid ran a hand through his hair. "I guess�I guess I wanted to talk to you some more about things."

"You received your forgiveness, I received my revenge. What more is there to discuss unless you were interested in something more?" Vincent�s tone wavered slightly, hinting at the anxiety he was most likely feeling. He was just so damn hard to read.

Cid had found that very quality in the other man both annoying and sexy all those years back, and it was proving to have the same effect now. "Are you interested in more?"

"Do not respond to my questions with questions, Highwind." Vincent tensed his jaw and unconsciously made a fist with his right hand.

Cid caught his subtle body language, but didn�t immediately feel threatened. After all, he was dying of a terminal illness. Perhaps Vincent had forgotten. "What sort of �more� could we have? I�m dead in a few months. No, I don�t want to spend that time alone. Yes, I would�well, honestly, I�d�love to spend that time here with you, but�"

Vincent hadn�t forgotten and he hung his head. It had been foremost on his mind all day and in truth, he had intended to make Cid the offer of spending his remaining time here as long as he promised to behave himself. If nothing else, Cid had, violent sexual history aside, made Vincent feel like no one else had ever managed before.

"What�s on your mind, Vince?"

He straightened back up and locked into Cid�s stare once more. "If it�s a choice between being alone forever, and having someone at least for a while�then I choose to give you the option of staying here."

"And if I have the choice between dyin� alone or spending what I have left with someone, well hell, I choose the latter," Cid confessed quietly.

Vincent took a step closer to the pilot and placed his trembling right hand upon his shoulder. "Then it�s decided."

"Yeah, I guess so." Cid offered his trademark Highwind smirk before reaching out with both hands and grabbing the collar of Vincent�s shirt. He pulled the gunman to him roughly, ravishing his mouth with his own.

It had been decided.

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