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Need For Control	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 8033 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Need For Control

Need For Control

Chapter 3

The rest of the day passed slowly for Vincent. There was a knot in his gut from the anticipation of what the coming night would bring when he was finally rendered into Cid�s servitude. Cid, in the meanwhile, kept giving the gunslinger nervous glances all day from wherever he was, wondering what exactly he was going to be allowed to get away with once Vincent became �his�.

Finally, night fell and they all retreated back to the airship, abandoning the house to Shera once more. On the airship, Vincent remained isolated, standing in his usual spot upon the bridge, looking out the window as everyone else carried on behind him. One by one, the others retreated to their quarters for the night, eventually leaving Cid and Vincent alone.

"All right, I�m heading down to my room," Cid announced nonchalantly, playing it off as though nothing unusual was going to transpire.

Vincent acknowledged this with a slight nod of his head, but never bothering to look at the pilot as he did so. He heard Cid leave and remained in the abandoned bridge for close to fifteen minutes, before gathering up the courage to go and see what Cid intended for him.

Vincent stalked down the corridors of the ship in complete silence, knowing that it wouldn�t do to have anyone see him going to Cid�s room this late. Besides, the pilot had made it clear that he didn�t want anyone to know that there was anything going on and Vincent had no choice but to honor that.

Once at Cid�s door, Vincent knocked quietly and awaited a response.

Cid answered and opened the door wide, motioning for Vincent to enter. "So, you�re really gonna do this, huh?"

Vincent looked back over his shoulder at the other man as he began to unbuckle his cloak. "I have no choice. It�s either this or misery. However, if you have changed your mind and wish me to leave you in peace, I will comply."

Cid noticed how sad Vincent�s tone became toward the end of his statement, despite the fact that his face remained devoid of emotion. He locked the door and then went over and sat on the edge of his bed. "Naw, I ain�t changed my mind. I�m gonna help you, Vince. I�m just not sure what I�m supposed to do."

With his cloak off and carefully draped across one of the two chairs in Cid�s room, Vincent made his way to the middle of the room and knelt down. He placed both of his hands behind his back and hung his head, and froze in place.

Cid stared at him. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Awaiting whatever you wish. If you wish nothing, then I remain like this until you do. It is the submission pose," Vincent said matter-of-factly.

"All right, well, that looks uncomfortable." Cid crossed his arms over his chest, examining Vincent.

"It�s meant to be."

"Well, I don�t want you miserable while I�m thinkin� of somethin� for you to do." The pilot wasn�t really sure if he was cut out for this Master business or not.

Vincent sighed heavily and lifted his head, bringing his gaze to bear upon the pilot. He found it somewhat odd that before their discussion that afternoon that Cid didn�t seem to give a rat�s ass about what he was feeling or thinking, but now the pilot was coming off as downright caring. Vincent didn�t need caring-- he needed domineering. "You need not be concerned with my comfort or well being. All you need to think about are your needs and how I can fulfill them."

"Right." To hear Vincent say such a thing made Cid feel the stirrings of arousal again. He shifted where he sat slightly, to accommodate his firming flesh.

Vincent read Cid�s body language. "Anything, Cid. I can do anything. All you need to do is give me the command."

Although the thought of ordering Vincent to relieve his sexual tension was painfully tempting, Cid didn�t want things to go to that level right away and again, he wasn�t sure if that was what Vincent was truly offering. Hell, I don�t even know if he�s into guys for God�s sake, Cid thought silently, still staring at the gunman.

Vincent seemed almost to pick up on his thoughts. His face betrayed nothing, but he spoke. "Using my body for your physical pleasure is one of the facets of my submission to you."

Cid�s jaw dropped, but only for a moment before he reined his shock in. When it came to sex in general, the pilot always had been a bit forceful in that area, and having someone as compliant as Vincent to serve him was an incredibly erotic idea. He had intended to take things slow and test the waters with his would-be slave bit by bit, but Cid�s true nature won out and his trademark smirk came to his lips. He got up from where he was standing and walked the short distance to where Vincent was kneeling and stood before him. "All right then, take care of it."

Vincent suppressed his urge to smile at this demand, but closed his eyes for just the briefest of moments as the thanked the powers that be for his first honest command in decades. He lifted his right hand fluidly and used it to undo the pilot�s belt in a few, concise movements. That done, he unbuttoned Cid�s pants and unzipped them, before pulling them down a short distance along with the pilot�s boxers. Vincent found himself confronted with Cid�s stiffened cock and he caught his breath as he saw what sort of physical specimen Cid truly was.

The blond noticed Vincent�s reaction and openly wondered. "Is there a problem?"

Vincent let his right hand lightly grasp the other man�s length and looked up into his blue eyes. "You are exquisite."

Cid cocked an eyebrow at this. "I�ve heard big before, but exquisite�that�s a new one."

Vincent gave into his happiness over the situation and allowed the faintest of smiles to pass his lips. Without further delay, he closed his eyes and moved to take Cid�s erection into his mouth. At first, Vincent just teased him gently with his tongue, not applying any significant friction.

The pilot closed his eyes and reached down, entwining his fingers into Vincent�s hair. He sighed as Vincent�s tongue grazed over him. "Come on, you�re just messing with me."

Vincent purred to be directed in any way, and quickly pushed forward, taking all of Cid�s cock into his mouth and down his throat, tightening down around him as best he was able.

Cid outright gasped. Few had ever been able to take his entire length into their mouths and throats like Vincent had just done, and the feeling of Vincent�s lips cinched down firmly against his base was unbelievable. His hands gripped Vincent�s hair tightly and he held the gunman in place as he began to thrust into Vincent�s throat.

Vincent was prevented from breathing during Cid�s thrusts, and only managed to get small gasps of air when the pilot would withdraw momentarily before driving back in. The slight feeling of suffocation drove Vincent into a state of arousal and he reached behind the other man with both his hands, clasping his ass so he could feel Cid�s muscles tensing with each of his thrusts.

It had been a long time since Cid had been granted any sort of sexual release and it didn�t take him very long before he began to feel control slipping away. He gave passing thought to whether or not Vincent could breathe all right under the circumstances, but he figured that if there was a problem that Vincent would let him know somehow or another. The rhythm with which he was fucking the gunslinger�s throat hastened. "I�m gonna come, Vince� I want you to swallow it�"

Vincent reveled at this, already knowing that Cid was close to losing it. Copious amounts of pre-cum had already slicked the back of his throat and Cid�s cock had grown harder and slightly bigger over the previous few seconds. He pushed up with his tongue, increasing the tightness around his master�s length, driving him over the edge. Vincent felt Cid�s load let go deep within his throat, causing him to swallow reflexively.

Cid grunted as he achieved satisfaction, keeping his cock shoved far down Vincent�s throat as he came. Once he was spent, he let go of Vincent�s hair and stepped back, his face ruddy in his exhaustion. "God damn, Vince�"

Vincent wiped his lower lip with the back of his right hand and met the pilot�s gaze. "Are you pleased?"

"I think you know the fuckin� answer to that," Cid said back, pulling his boxers back up but allowing his pants to fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

Ignoring his own sexual frustration in light of his master�s approval, Vincent lowered his head and placed his hands behind his back once more. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," Cid laughed back, going and sitting on the edge of his bed again.

"You need not thank me. It is I who owe the debt of gratitude."

Cid shook his head, appreciating that Vincent was still going to take some figuring out. "You�re fuckin� weird."

"That I am," Vincent replied, allowing another faint smile to cross his lips.
A/N-- So, so far, so good? I think I�ve got a pretty hot scene coming up in one of the next chapters. I feel so naughty.
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