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Need For Control

Chapter 6

Cid sat in the conference room of the airship, two of his spears lain out upon the table before them. He was busying himself sharpening and repairing them before they headed north to try and take care of Sephiroth once and for all. Thanks to their visit to Cosmo Canyon a few days before, they knew that they only had a few days to get everything over and done with, yet everyone on the ship seemed to be delaying.

After they�d gotten back onto the airship after the trip into Midgar, Vincent had vanished, going off to be alone as he often did. So, Cid was left alone to work in complete silence. He�d taken off his jacket and thrown it over one of the chairs present since it was more than warm enough where he was working.

Tifa entered the room and smiled over at him. "Hey, Cid."

He gave her little regard as he tried to pry a broken orb of Materia out of one of his spears. The pilot grunted in her general direction.

Undeterred by his less than warm welcome, she came in and sat in the chair that had his jacket draped over it. "So, working on your spear?"

"Wow, great, Yuffie�s amazing ninja perception skills are rubbing off on you�"

"You�re not very nice." Tifa crossed her arms over her chest, feigning anger. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she liked Cid. Aside from Barrett, he was the only honestly mature male she knew. Well, that wasn�t entirely true. Vincent was older, too, but she didn�t really feel like she knew him much. He never spoke to her, anyway. Still, there was something alluring about a man like Cid-- something she couldn�t quite put her finger on, but that Cloud, with his boyish immaturity, lacked.

"Why should I be? The world�s probably about to end, we�re gonna die on this mission coming up, and to be real honest with you, most of the people on this ship drive me fuckin� nuts." He let the shattered bit of Materia fall to the floor once it was pried loose.

"Geez, Cid," Tifa sighed, leaning forward onto the table, "lighten up."

"Tifa, what do you want?" he asked, setting down his spear and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don�t know�" A blush came to her cheeks.

Fuck, she likes me, Cid thought to himself silently. "I�m too damn old for you, Tif."

Tifa�s jaw dropped. "Who said anything about me being interested?"

"No one, but girls your age are pretty damn easy to read," Cid said back, his voice showing that he wasn�t really thinking about the subject at hand.

"Oh." She dropped her eyes away.

"And, you�re with Cloud."

Tifa outright laughed. "Oh God, you think that, too? I am so not �with� Cloud. I mean, he and I were close, we still are, but he�s hung up on Aeris and always will be."

Cid accepted this answer at face value. The memory of the aforementioned girl�s death coming to mind. "Good to know."

Seeing that she was going to have a hard time getting anywhere, Tifa sighed heavily. "And I may be younger than you by a few years--"

He cut her off. "Try twelve."

"Okay, twelve years, but I�m still legal. It�s not like I�m a minor like Yuffie." Tifa smiled.

Cid met her gaze, scowling. "I�m not interested."

"Why not? What in the hell else do you have to do?" Tifa stood up. "You said yourself that you�re not in love with Shera. I�d think you could use the distraction."

Feeling a spike of anger welling up within him, Cid�s eyes narrowed. "Tifa, it�s not like you to just go up to some random guy on the ship and go tryin� to sleep with them. What�s the deal?"

Tifa wagged her finger at him. "I get it� Yuffie was right�"

"Yuffie was right about what?" Cid took a few steps toward her.

"You don�t like women!"

"I ain�t gay." Cid felt his face go red.

"Yuffie said she thought you were, and so we thought we should try and find out. Since when can a guy your age turn down a twenty something? Come on!" Tifa�s eyes shone in her amusement.

Cid clenched his teeth. "I ain�t fuckin� gay, Tifa. I�ve had my share of women. If you were just some dumb chick in a bar tryin� to throw yourself at me, I would have taken the bait, but that�s not how it is. We�re all on this God damned mission together. We can�t be lettin� ourselves get distracted by the bullshit sorts of drama that starts takin� place when everyone starts screwin� around. Got it?" He dropped his gaze away. "Besides, you came here on a bet, you weren�t really interested."

Tifa was hit hard by his tone and recoiled a few steps. "I�m sorry�but actually, Cid, I would."

"Get the fuck out of here." Cid moved back to where he had been and picked up one of his spears again. "I�ve got shit to take care of."

Tifa�s expression betrayed the fact that she was deeply hurt and disappointed, but she opted not to push her luck any further. "Fine, see you around."

He completely ignored her as she departed, pissed beyond belief that the girls had dared to speculate about his sexuality and then try and lure him into something. Cid was thoroughly disgusted.

After working on his spears again for a while, he looked up and was startled to see that Vincent was standing just inside the entrance to the room. "Oh, hey."

Vincent just stared back.

"I was wonderin� if you were gonna show back up between now and tonight. You�you are showing up tonight, right?" Cid asked, wondering if he was being too presumptuous.

"Unless you will me not to," Vincent said, his voice barely audible.

"Of course I do." Cid shook his head and smiled. "You�ll never believe what happened a while ago."

The gunman cocked an eyebrow quizzically.

"Tifa came in here and tried to convince me that she wanted to sleep with me." The pilot allowed a faint smile to come to his lips.

"And?"

Cid met Vincent�s gaze. "And what? I told her no fuckin� way."

"Do you not like women?" Vincent asked.

"I like them, yeah. I�m, you know�" Cid turned red yet again.

"Bisexual," Vincent said quietly.

"Yeah, sure, that." Cid wasn�t necessarily comfortable discussing such things.

"Do you not find her attractive?" Vincent moved closer.

"Of course I do." Cid shrugged.

"Then why did you not take her offer?"

Cid knit his brow and looked at the other man. "Come again?"

"Why did you not take her offer? You said that you find her attractive." Vincent cocked his head to the side.

"What? Are you tellin� me that I can fuck around and you�re cool with that?" Cid crossed his arms over his chest.

"I am your slave. You are not obligated to deny yourself other pleasures because of my existence." Vincent took another step forward.

This was a concept that Cid was having a hard time getting his mind around. Never had he possessed a lover that would permit such a thing. Still, he wasn�t about to take someone else to his bed just like that. He wouldn�t be that selfish and leave Vincent out of anything that he wanted to do. "Well, huh�"

"It�s all about what makes you happy. If that includes catering to sexual needs of yours that I cannot tend to, then I am more than content to step aside at times." Vincent dropped his gaze off to the side, his eyes betraying that this might not entirely be the truth.

Cid, being alone with the gunslinger, closed the remaining distance between the two of them and placed his hand upon Vincent�s shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

Vincent nodded slightly, but didn�t reestablish eye contact.

"Do you just like guys or what?" Cid had to force these words out, not liking bringing it up yet again.

"I am like you."

"So, both then?" Cid reached up and brushed back an errant strand of Vincent�s hair.

Vincent nodded once, letting a wave of heat wash over him from the pilot�s simple touch.

"What do you think of Tifa?" the blond asked.

The left corner of Vincent�s mouth twitched up, but only briefly. "She is�attractive. Perhaps a bit naive, but physically, I have no complaints regarding her visage."

"Would you like to be with her?" Cid asked, placing his other hand on Vincent�s shoulder.

Vincent�s left eyebrow rose. "If I had your order to do so, I would not resist."

The way Vincent said things got the better of Cid and he laughed to himself. "You�re so fuckin� weird."

"I was merely responding to your query." Vincent closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the weight of Cid�s hands upon his shoulders.

Seeing Vincent standing there before him, his face completely devoid of emotion and his lips slightly parted as his mind left the conversation at hand got the better of the pilot. Quickly, he drew Vincent to him, pulled down the collar to his cloak, and pressed his mouth against the gunman�s.

Vincent was caught off guard by this, but put his arms around Cid in return. Being slightly taller than the pilot, he leaned down into the kiss, allowing Cid to invade his mouth.

Knowing that this was a dangerous maneuver in light of the fact that anyone could walk in, Cid quickly reined himself back in and pulled away after just a brief time. He panted to catch his breath and drive his arousal back into submission. "So, uh�"

Vincent smiled to himself, feeling the heat of color come to his face. The fact that his master was seemingly taken with him was elating. "Is there anything that I can do for you?"

Cid gave passing thought to the current state of arousal he was in, but decided to keep himself under control until later that night. "Naw, not right now. Later, right?"

"If you so choose." Vincent�s crimson eyes burned with his own sexual tension.

"Yeah." Cid looked back over at his spears. "I need to put those back in my room, and then I need to check out some things in the engine room. I might need some help working on the ship. Interested?"

The fact that he was being asked to accompany Cid to do anything thrilled the gunman. "Very."

"Okay." Cid went over and retrieved his weapons. "Let�s go drop these off and then get to work."

Vincent bowed slightly and then followed as Cid walked past him and out of the room.

Cid opened his room door and motioned for Vincent to enter. He then closed and locked it, more out of habit than for any particular reason. The pilot propped his spears up in the corner and then sat on the edge of his bed for a moment. He got a cigarette from his pack and lit up. "Just gonna have this real quick."

Vincent nodded and came before him, kneeling upon the floor and placing his hands behind his back.

Watching Vincent do this initially compelled Cid to ask him to get up and sit in a chair, but then he thought better of it. After all, his research that morning had clued him in that submissives such as Vincent needed certain things, and the physical discomfort of awaiting in this position seemed to be something that Vincent wanted.

The pilot took his time with his cigarette, watching Vincent intently, wondering exactly how long he could remain in the position he�d gotten into without wavering or moving. Ten minutes went by, and Cid was done with his cigarette and for the hell of it, he took out another and decided to keep Vincent waiting a little longer.

Vincent knew that Cid was testing him and remained perfectly still during the whole time, barely even breathing. He wouldn�t waver.

Finally, Cid finished his second smoke, having now kept Vincent perfectly still for twenty minutes. He supposed that Vincent had probably been conditioned to remain as he was for hours on end, but the pilot wasn�t really compelled to test that theory out at the moment. "Vince?"

The gunslinger lifted his head and met Cid�s blue eyes.

"I got you something." Cid reached over and extinguished his cigarette, before pulling open the nightstand drawer. "I figure you�re always wearing that cloak around everyone, so no one will be able to see this."

Vincent�s eyes went wide as Cid pulled out a black leather collar from his drawer and held it out toward him. With his hands trembling in his elation, he dared to reach out and take it.

The collar was about an inch and a half wide, with a silver buckle that matched the ones that graced his cloak. Upon it, were numerous silver studs that glinted in the light coming through the room�s window. Vincent saw the small chrome tag hanging from it and read it.

Vincent Valentine

Property of Cid Highwind

Vincent literally felt tears come to his eyes. It was the most wonderful thing that he had ever been given and he looked up at his master. "This�this is perfect. Please, put it on me."

Cid accepted the collar back and waited for Vincent to remove his cloak. That done, Vincent moved closer and held back his hair, so that Cid could slip the collar around his neck.

The pilot got it into place and began to buckle it.

Vincent closed his eyes. "Tightly."

Cid cinched it down a bit more, until the leather was pressed into Vincent�s fair skin. He arranged it so that the tag hung centered over the gunman�s throat. "There."

Vincent loved the slightly choked feeling that the collar was now giving him, and the way that the tag sounded with each of his movements made his arousal return. "I can never repay you for such an exquisite thing."

"Oh, I think you will," Cid laughed to himself, enjoying the way Vincent reached up with his right hand, stroking the leather sign of his servitude. "So, you like it, I�m guessing?"

Vincent met Cid�s gaze, his eyes darkened with lust and happiness. He reached forward and picked up one of Cid�s hands, placing a gentle kiss upon the back of it. "Yes."

"Good." Cid got up from the bed. "That�s good. Let�s get to the engine room now. This ship ain�t gonna repair herself."
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