Sinful Reconcilaition
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
830
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Six
The next day the members of Avalanche filtered through the inn with saddened expressions, each stopping by everyone else’s room to say one last goodbye before leaving. Cid, in no particular hurry to wake or leave, made sure that Cloud, Vincent, and himself were the last members to brave the cold. The ride to Nibelheim would not be too long, but long enough to be uncomfortable, considering the circumstances.
Cloud made it a point to seclude himself to his room, rather than brood in the high tension between Vincent and Cid. After hours of silence the room seemed sticky with anxiety. Cid looked intent as he piloted the ship, but anyone would know that Cid did not require such concentration while flying. He could pilot that ship to Nibelheim with one hand and his eyes closed. Sweat began to sting his eyes as it traced shining lines down his forehead, though the ship was quite cool. Even his gloves were beginning to stick to his hands as they became exceedingly clammy. Vincent leaned against one of the walls in the room and stared at Cid. The entire flight. Without a word. It brought him great pleasure to see just how much nervousness he had inspired, as they landed in the Nibel Area, an easy walking distance from Vincent’s mansion. As Vincent readied to leave, he decided to finally break the silence.
“Cloud said you talked to him.”
Suddenly Cid was infinitely more comfortable with silence. While he wracked his mind for some way to respond, Vincent took advantage of his inability.
“I have to wonder, Highwind, why you would be so interested in the reasons for Cloud’s stay in Nibelheim.”
Vincent circled Cid like a vulture as he continued to talk; almost musing to himself about the whole situation, though Cid would never admit there was a situation.
“Vince, I was just worried about the damn kid. That’s all. He’s been so fucked up…and then we don’t even have a clue where the hell he’s been.”
“He said you interrogated him.”
“I only asked a few--”
“Why would you harass someone you’re worried about?...unless, you weren’t worried about them specifically. Perhaps you were worried about Cloud and I?”
As Vincent asked the last question he strode ever closer to Cid, walking him into a wall…again. The position was not unappealing to him in the least.
“Perhaps, Cid, you were worried about how much time I was spending with him.”
“I…was…n--”
Vincent cut off Cid’s pathetic attempt to retaliate by slamming his right hand up against the wall, just to the side of Cid’s head. His other hand accentuated his next words by trailing slowly from the Pilot’s shoulder, down his chest, to rest on his hip.
“Maybe, you’re jealous. If you want to spend more time with me, Cid, don’t take off. Don’t go to Rocket Town. There is always a room for you here.”
As he finished his rather bold statement, Vincent locked eyes with Cid momentarily, then strutted off the ship and towards his mansion. Normally, Cid would have dealt with such a bold come on just as boldly. He would have either taken whoever it was right there, or simply told them he was not interested. However, when he found himself in the presence of the gunman, his motor skills and brain functions all ceased to perform. The whole ordeal was becoming achingly annoying. He decided right then and there that he would not let Vincent continue to play games with his head, body, and heart. He would go to Rocket Town, and he would never come back.
While Cid was determined never to return to Nibelheim, he wasn’t quite ready to go back to Rocket Town either. So, he took a detour and headed to Costa del Sol. The sun was beginning to set as he made his ascent, and upon reaching his destination it was far below the horizon. The night was far from young, but in Costa del Sol, there was never a time to stop drinking, so after landing Cid headed out to find a drink. Or a lot of drinks.
It didn’t take long until Cid was completely sloshed, not because he had an intolerance for alcohol, but because he was a professional at drinking. Just an hour after landing, he took to the skies again, a great deal worse for wear. While he could still fly in his condition, rational thought wasn’t exactly his strong point. Cid Highwind headed straight for Nibelheim.
Cloud made it a point to seclude himself to his room, rather than brood in the high tension between Vincent and Cid. After hours of silence the room seemed sticky with anxiety. Cid looked intent as he piloted the ship, but anyone would know that Cid did not require such concentration while flying. He could pilot that ship to Nibelheim with one hand and his eyes closed. Sweat began to sting his eyes as it traced shining lines down his forehead, though the ship was quite cool. Even his gloves were beginning to stick to his hands as they became exceedingly clammy. Vincent leaned against one of the walls in the room and stared at Cid. The entire flight. Without a word. It brought him great pleasure to see just how much nervousness he had inspired, as they landed in the Nibel Area, an easy walking distance from Vincent’s mansion. As Vincent readied to leave, he decided to finally break the silence.
“Cloud said you talked to him.”
Suddenly Cid was infinitely more comfortable with silence. While he wracked his mind for some way to respond, Vincent took advantage of his inability.
“I have to wonder, Highwind, why you would be so interested in the reasons for Cloud’s stay in Nibelheim.”
Vincent circled Cid like a vulture as he continued to talk; almost musing to himself about the whole situation, though Cid would never admit there was a situation.
“Vince, I was just worried about the damn kid. That’s all. He’s been so fucked up…and then we don’t even have a clue where the hell he’s been.”
“He said you interrogated him.”
“I only asked a few--”
“Why would you harass someone you’re worried about?...unless, you weren’t worried about them specifically. Perhaps you were worried about Cloud and I?”
As Vincent asked the last question he strode ever closer to Cid, walking him into a wall…again. The position was not unappealing to him in the least.
“Perhaps, Cid, you were worried about how much time I was spending with him.”
“I…was…n--”
Vincent cut off Cid’s pathetic attempt to retaliate by slamming his right hand up against the wall, just to the side of Cid’s head. His other hand accentuated his next words by trailing slowly from the Pilot’s shoulder, down his chest, to rest on his hip.
“Maybe, you’re jealous. If you want to spend more time with me, Cid, don’t take off. Don’t go to Rocket Town. There is always a room for you here.”
As he finished his rather bold statement, Vincent locked eyes with Cid momentarily, then strutted off the ship and towards his mansion. Normally, Cid would have dealt with such a bold come on just as boldly. He would have either taken whoever it was right there, or simply told them he was not interested. However, when he found himself in the presence of the gunman, his motor skills and brain functions all ceased to perform. The whole ordeal was becoming achingly annoying. He decided right then and there that he would not let Vincent continue to play games with his head, body, and heart. He would go to Rocket Town, and he would never come back.
While Cid was determined never to return to Nibelheim, he wasn’t quite ready to go back to Rocket Town either. So, he took a detour and headed to Costa del Sol. The sun was beginning to set as he made his ascent, and upon reaching his destination it was far below the horizon. The night was far from young, but in Costa del Sol, there was never a time to stop drinking, so after landing Cid headed out to find a drink. Or a lot of drinks.
It didn’t take long until Cid was completely sloshed, not because he had an intolerance for alcohol, but because he was a professional at drinking. Just an hour after landing, he took to the skies again, a great deal worse for wear. While he could still fly in his condition, rational thought wasn’t exactly his strong point. Cid Highwind headed straight for Nibelheim.