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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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Chapter 4

Cid sat silently for several minutes, staring at Vincent as the gunslinger continued to kneel in the center of the room with his head hung. Finally, he couldn�t take it anymore. "Vince, you don�t have to stay there like that."

"What would you prefer me to do instead?" Vincent asked, making no attempt to move.

"I don�t know, you can sit in a chair or somethin�. I don�t care."

Vincent lifted his head and met the pilot�s gaze momentarily before getting up and sitting in the chair that had his cloak draped over the back of it. He then averted his eyes from the pilot and folded his hands upon his lap.

Cid scowled, feeling a little unsettled. He wondered if Vincent had gotten aroused while getting him off and if he needed release as well. However, the possibility that Vincent hadn�t gotten stimulated by the experience set in and Cid couldn�t help but wonder if Vincent really was into men or not. Basically, he was just confused and too ashamed to outright ask, and Vincent didn�t seem very forthcoming when it came to volunteering information.

Vincent felt the weight of Cid�s stare and dared to look up into his eyes again. "Do you wish something?"

"I just don�t know what I�m supposed to do."

"You need not do anything, just order me," Vincent replied quietly.

Cid scratched the back of his head, trying to think of a way of broaching the subject without making himself feel like an ass. "Did you, uh, want to�"

"What?"

"You know, are you wanting anything?" Cid asked, his cheeks taking on a hint of color.

"It�s up to you." Vincent knew that he was going to have to give Cid a clue now and again until he figured this whole situation out and so volunteered, "I will tell you that I am presently aroused."

That�s exactly what Cid had needed to know. "So, I can tell you to do whatever and you�ll do it?"

Vincent simply nodded.

There was one thing that Cid had always wanted to see, but had never gotten the chance in all his years. "Okay, uh, I want to see you get yourself off."

"And do you wish me to strip first?" Vincent asked. Hojo had demanded this of him in the past, but had always insisted that Vincent be completely undressed to do so.

Cid had to admit that the idea appealed to him. "Sure."

Vincent stood up from the chair and began to undo the buttons to his shirt, never breaking eye contact with the pilot. Once it was undone, he pulled it off and tossed it back into the chair. Next, he pulled off his boots and then undid his two belts. He slid off his pants and boxers together, leaving him completely exposed to the other man. The last thing he did was reach up and pull away his headband, allowing his hair to fall freely over his shoulders.

Cid scrutinized the gunman from where he sat, and motioned for Vincent to come a little closer. When Vincent complied, Cid knit his brow. Yes, Vincent was aroused as he had said, and he was respectable in that manner, but something else was drawing his attention. First, Vincent�s entire body was marred by numerous scars. Although his skin was incredibly pale, these old scars were lighter, and stood out by virtue of their contrast with his complexion. There was something else, though. "Vincent?"

He looked down into the pilot�s eyes as he stood before him. "Yes?"

"You�do you get waxed or what?" Cid had never seen an adult male with a complete lack of any body hair whatsoever. There was none upon Vincent-- anywhere.

Vincent blushed slightly. "Is it displeasing to you?"

"No�just, I ain�t ever seen�that." Cid found himself longing to touch Vincent, wondering what he would feel like-- his skin had to be incredibly smooth, or at least, it looked that way.

Vincent�s blush deepened as he saw Cid�s seeming approval, and it made his state of arousal worsen. "Shall I do it standing here?"

"You can sit next to me," Cid said quietly, not able to take his eyes from Vincent�s body.

The gunman came over and sat at Cid�s side. He put his left arm behind him and leaned back slightly, so that Cid would be able to get a good view of what he was about to do. Vincent then took his human hand and slid it up his thigh, until it was resting close to his erection. He looked over at Cid, his eyes reflecting his need for release. "Do you wish me to start?"

Cid nodded shallowly, turning slightly where he sat so he could watch easier. His heart was racing and he began to feel twinges of excitement within himself once more.

Vincent offered that ghost of a smile that he tended to produce before letting the tips of his fingers trace lightly up the underside of his length. There was a hitch in his breath as he did this a second and then a third time, teasing himself.

Cid watched in complete silence, disbelieving that Vincent would be willing to do such a thing in front of him.

Seeing that he had Cid�s complete and undivided attention, Vincent stopped the light touches he had been using and brought his hand up to his mouth. He licked his palm, slicking it up before reaching back down and grasping his cock firmly. Vincent began to slide his hand over his length, sighing heavily and letting his head lull back, until he was staring upward at the ceiling above him. He could hear Cid�s breathing hasten as he watched on, and it pleased Vincent deeply to know that his master was enjoying the sight. With every stroke, he quickened his pace, seeking his own satisfaction. Vincent felt a sweat break across his skin as he neared the end, and he turned his head slightly and looked at the pilot. Between his gasps for breath, he begged, "Please� tell me that I can come now."

Cid was absolutely maddened with passion from watching and listening to Vincent pleasure himself. He leaned a little closer to the gunman, not willing to let it end. "No�not yet."

Vincent�s mouth opened and his eyes fluttered close as he forced himself to maintain control per Cid�s request. Delaying his orgasm was torturous and yet wonderful. He would put it off as long as the pilot wished.

Cid saw Vincent�s lips quivering as he suffered in ecstasy. Not able to hold himself back, he leaned even closer and covered Vincent�s mouth with his own.

Vincent was surprised and moaned against Cid�s mouth as the pilot�s tongue crossed over and moved over his own. Keeping himself from coming under the circumstances was proving to be nearly impossible, but he managed to hang on, his entire body trembling as he remained at the brink of satisfaction.

Cid�s mouth left Vincent�s, and he trailed kisses down to the union of Vincent�s neck and shoulder. He pulled his boxers down, revealing his rearoused cock. Cid whispered into Vincent�s ear. "Quit touching yourself and jerk me off."

Vincent instantly complied, leaving his own straining length without stimulation and quickly taking hold of Cid�s. He began to stroke it with the same fever pitch that he had been administering to himself, wanting to bring the pilot to his second climax for the evening. He wasn�t expecting to feel Cid�s hand, in turn, take hold of him and begin pumping him at the same rate. "Cid�please�let me come�"

The blond grunted, honestly enjoying Vincent�s pleas. Letting his tongue explore the gunman�s ear, Cid forbade him from doing so. "No�not until I�m ready to."

Vincent was approaching delirium as Cid continued his ministrations. He was so painfully close, and groaned in his frustration and pleasure, causing Cid to stroke him even quicker.

The pilot felt his climax nearing, surprised that he could do it twice in such quick succession. He�d never done so before. Vincent was having an effect upon him that was unheard of. "Faster, Vince�"

The gunman�s strokes quickened just a bit more, causing Cid to bare his teeth and growl deep in his throat. The pilot looked down at where he was manipulating Vincent and mercifully gave the order. "All right, do it�"

Vincent closed his eyes and cried out, finally giving in. It was the most powerful climax of his life, his hot essence being let out with such force as to hit his chest, and a small amount even wound up on his chin.

Upon seeing this, Cid couldn�t hold out any longer and he came too, spilling his seed onto Vincent�s hand. He groaned and collapsed onto his back, absolutely spent. "Shit�that was somethin��"

Vincent was also exhausted, but knew that he needed to take care of some things. He sat up and looked at the blond. "Shall I clean you?"

Cid was honestly too tired to care very much about the cum that stained his hand and body. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

"How?"

The pilot turned his head and looked at Vincent. "How? I dunno�grab my shirt off the floor or somethin�."

"I would hate to sully your clothes."

Cid cocked an eyebrow. "Well, then do whatever in the hell you want."

Vincent picked up Cid�s hand that had been upon him earlier and brought it to his mouth. Without any hesitation, he began to lick Cid�s hand clean.

The pilot�s mouth fell open as he watched Vincent do this in disbelief. Part of him wanted to tell the gunman that this really wasn�t necessary, but on the same token, it was a sight to see and Vincent seemed to be enjoying it-- a lot.

Once Cid�s hand was tended to, Vincent got onto all fours upon the bed and lowered his lips down onto Cid�s stomach. His tongue emerged and he began to lap up all of the evidence of Cid�s climax. Vincent was grateful to be serving the other man like this, and purred in his satisfaction as he sat back, having finished his work. "Now, if I may have your permission, I would like to clean myself."

Cid simply nodded, and watched as Vincent moved from the bed. He went over and to the small table within the room, where there sat a box of tissues. Vincent tended to himself and then turned toward Cid. "Do you wish for me to get dressed or to remain as I am?"

The pilot smirked to himself. "The door�s locked, ain�t no one gonna see nothin�."

Vincent knew to take that as a yes. "Is that to say that you will permit me to stay tonight?"

Cid propped himself up on his elbows, his smile widening. "After that? Hell yeah, you can stay. We�ll just make sure no one sees you leave in the morning."

Inwardly, Vincent was overwhelmed with gratitude to be permitted such a thing. "Thank you�"

"We should probably turn in." Cid reached over and picked up his cigarettes from the side of his bed. "You mind?"

Vincent openly smiled. "It matters not if I do."

"Right," Cid pulled one out and put it between his lips before taking up his lighter and igniting it. He moved upon the bed, allowing his boxers that were still around his legs to hit the floor and then sitting on the edge of the bed. "The bed�s too small for both of us, though."

Vincent came over and knelt before the pilot. "I am content to remain on the floor."

Cid couldn�t help himself and he reached out, tousling Vincent�s hair. "Whatever floats your boat, Sunshine."

The gunslinger blushed to have such a sign of affection lavished upon him and he averted his eyes. Feeling his tiredness in its full glory, Vincent looked into Cid�s stare after a few moments. "Where upon the floor would you prefer I remain?"

The blond extinguished his cigarette and moved to lie down upon the bed. He let his right hand dangle over the side of it and pointed toward the floor. "Right here. Turn off the light first."

Vincent nodded and then got up, going over to switch off the light. That done, he came back to Cid�s beside and curled up on the floor. More at peace than he�d been since awakening, Vincent quickly drifted off, despite the less than comfortable sleeping arrangements.

Cid continued to let his hand hang off of the bed and he realized that he could place it upon Vincent�s shoulder. Thusly touching his new plaything, Cid, too, passed off into sleep.
A/N-- Ah, two for two. Maybe the next chapter will be a little break from the smut...the really cool scene is yet to come...hehe, or at least what I think is a really cool scene...ack!
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