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Need For Control
Chapter 7

Cid grabbed
his toolbox from close to his door and then stepped out into the corridor,
heading toward the aft engine room. Vincent
followed along, having thrown his cloak back around his shoulders to hide his
new prized possession from prying eyes.
Using the
only key that existed for the engine room, Cid unlocked the door and went in,
waiting for Vincent to enter as well.
That done, he locked the door behind him as he dreaded the possibility
of someone like Yuffie invading this space and
lifting something that might just be important to the ship�s ability to
function.
Cid set down
his tools and looked around. He listened
for a few moments, before walking over to one of the engine housings. It was massive-- the hood to one of the
ship�s many engines stood about five feet tall, and was made of aluminum to
shield the engine while it was running.
To fall into one of them would most certainly be fatal. Cid pulled off one of his work gloves and
laid his right hand upon the cowling. �Just what I thought.
She�s running hot.�
Vincent just
stood by, waiting to help in any way that he could.
Cid reached
down toward the floor and flipped open a few latches that then allowed him to
pull the engine cover up and over, exposing the motor.
Vincent had
never seen the engines to the ship before, and was fascinated. The open expanse of sky beneath the ship was
visible beneath the motor. The large
engine ran with a deep roar, spinning at an unbelievable rate. �That looks incredibly dangerous.�
Cid looked
over his shoulder and smirked as he went over to the wall and flipped a large
switch. The engine cut off, leaving the
room in silence. �No shit.�
Vincent felt
a bit foolish for his comment, supposing that he should have known that Cid
would shut it down before proceeding.
Still, it would be simple enough to slip and wind up falling to one�s
death through the gap between the engine and the deck plate. Vincent found himself compelled to go closer
to where Cid was now getting to work so that he would be able to grab him in
the event of an accident.
Cid looked
over at Vincent briefly, offering him a smile as he moved his hand over a line
of hose that ran along the motor. �This
is leaking. Hand me a screwdriver so I
can tighten the clamp.�
Vincent
immediately complied, and handed the requested item to the pilot. He looked on as Cid tightened the clamp,
sealing off the leak that had cost the engine its coolant pressure.
Pleased that
it had been an easy fix, Cid stepped back and considered the engine again for a
moment. �Well, that should do it. I can fire her back up now and see if the
temperature starts dropping. Gotta keep an
eye on these things. Once they
overheat, it�s a real bitch to get them set to working again.�
Vincent nodded
as though he understood what the other man was saying, although mechanics were
not something he was at all versed in.
He would just defer to Cid�s superior knowledge on this.
Cid went over
and restarted the engine, its roar once more filling the room. After coming over and watching it run for a
few minutes, he pulled the cowling back closed over it. He let a few more minutes go by before
placing his hand upon the metal again.
�See, way better.�
Vincent felt
the urge to touch the motor housing as well and reached forward with his right
hand. To him, it still felt incredibly
warm. �This is better?�
�You can
stand to touch it without gettin� burned, right?� Cid
asked, his eyes narrowing.
�It�s hot,
but I�m not being burned.� Vincent
looked at where his hand was still pressed against the metal.
�That�s
right.� Cid took a few steps
closer. His eyes scanned the gunman, and
he felt his arousal return.
Vincent felt
his stare and withdrew his hand from the engine. He looked over at Cid, seeing the expression
that he wore. �You wish me to do
something?�
Cid was
feeling full of himself, his blue eyes growing mischievous. �Yeah, I think I do.�
Vincent
suppressed his urge to smile, pleased at the way he was being looked at. �What do you desire?�
Cid stepped
even closer and reached out, grabbing the two belts that were cinched down
around Vincent�s narrow waist. �Vincent,
I�uh��
The
gunslinger felt himself stirring with excitement. �Yes?�
Cid put his
lips close to Vincent�s ear as he worked to unbuckle the belts. �Will you let me, uh�damn it��
Vincent was
amused with Cid�s shyness. �Do you wish
to fuck me, Master?�
Cid caught
his breath to hear Vincent outright say it.
�Yeah, I do.�
Vincent
growled in approval of this request, and felt his two belts finally
undone. �How would you like me?�
�Turn
around,� Cid replied, his low voice barely audible over the noise of the
engine.
Vincent
complied, and felt Cid�s hands reach around him, pulling his pants and boxers
down a short way.
Cid then quit touching him for a
moment, as he undid his own clothes.
Within a few seconds, he was exposed.
He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a small vial, and poured
its contents into his ungloved right hand.
The pilot then closed his eyes briefly as he lubricated his flesh,
anticipating what it would be like to be with Vincent this way.
The gunman felt his cloak lifted up
and drew in a jagged breath as he realized that Cid�s cock was pressing against
his rear. The pilot placed his arms
around Vincent�s waist and held him close, delaying the moment when he would
take his slave for a few more seconds.
He kissed the back of Vincent�s neck and then whispered into his
ear. �I�m going to be a little rough with
you. Is that okay?�
This was what Vincent had been
waiting for. Apparently Cid�s so-called
research that morning was going to serve him well. �Yes...hurt me.�
Having Vincent�s approval, Cid
withdrew his arms from around the gunman�s waist and put them both in the
center of his back, then shoving Vincent forward. He hit the engine cowling hard. As he tried to straighten back up, Vincent
felt Cid behind him again, keeping him pressed against the metal. His cloak was lifted up once more, and he
felt Cid�s fingers part him. Vincent
groaned as the pilot forced one of his digits within his body.
Cid enjoyed Vincent�s reaction to
this. �That okay?�
Through clenched teeth, Vincent gave
his reply. �Yes.�
�Good.� Cid withdrew his hand, and grabbed his
length, positioning it to be driven into his lover. In one fluid and violent thrust, he embedded
himself into Vincent, causing the gunslinger to audibly cry out at the
shock. This further impassioned the
pilot, and he grabbed both of Vincent�s wrists as they supported him against
the engine housing. He jerked them back,
causing Vincent�s body to fall against the hot metal, as his captured arms were
held out to the sides and slightly above his head.
Now having Vincent restrained and
pressed against the engine housing, Cid began to thrust into the tight heat
that enveloped his cock. �God damn,
Vince� you feel so fuckin� good.�
�As do you,� Vincent moaned
back. His own erection was being driven
against the motor housing, and the heat from the
engine, although not enough to physically burn him, was uncomfortable. Between each of Cid�s hard thrusts, Vincent
would try and pull his body back from the metal, giving himself brief reprieves
from the intense heat.
Cid noticed the way that the other
man was trying to escape contact with the engine, and growled in his ear. �Quite fightin�
it, Vince.�
Having been given the command,
Vincent collapsed against the housing, accepting its burn. As Cid continued to pound at him, Vincent
took notice of the vibrations the engine was sending through him. As he adjusted somewhat to the heat, the
sensation of the motor�s rumble began to stimulate him. This, combined with Cid�s continued assault
into his body drove Vincent mad with lust.
Instinctively, he began to buck into the engine cowling, seeking more
contact with it.
Cid could feel the way Vincent was
now moving beneath him and knew what was going on. It had been, after all, his intent. �Valentine, are you fuckin�
my ship?�
Vincent let his head lull back onto
Cid�s shoulder. �Yes.�
�You�re gonna
clean up any mess you make. I�d kill
anyone else for doing that,� Cid shot back, his tone revealing the fact that he
wasn�t joking.
Vincent was in ecstasy. The pain of being invaded by someone as
endowed as the pilot, along with the heat and vibration of the ship was proving
to be the most wonderful thing that he�d ever felt in his life. �Will you let me come?�
�When I do.�
Cid began to drive into Vincent faster as he felt his climax
approaching. He changed the angle with
which he was thrusting into his lover, knowing that he would now be hitting the
sensitive gland deep within Vincent�s body.
Vincent�s eyes flew open, everything
now getting to be more than he could bear.
With Cid drilling into him as he was, the amount of clear, slick fluid
that was trickling from his cock increased, causing him to slide back and forth
against the metal with each of Cid�s thrusts.
�I�m trying to hold out for you��
�I�m close, Vince,� the pilot growled
back, biting into the union between Vincent�s shoulder and neck.
Cid was just doing everything
right. Vincent couldn�t believe his luck
to have found someone like him. He
wanted to feel Cid let go within him, signaling his permission to achieve
satisfaction. �Cid, please�come��
Even though Vincent wouldn�t have
believed it possible, Cid began to go at him even harder. He grunted with each of his thrusts, growing
more within Vincent�s body as he prepared to lose control. �Oh fuck�Vince��
Vincent tensed down around Cid�s
cock, hoping to drive him over the edge.
�Cid�I�m begging you��
The pilot bared his teeth, the
increased tightness that Vincent had provided getting to him. �As tight as you can��
Vincent closed his eyes and strained
to cinch down around Cid�s length as hard as possible. The act of doing this was excruciating,
considering Cid�s size, but that was a sacrifice that Vincent willing
accepted. He felt Cid drive into him as
far as he could, the pilot�s cock throbbing within him as his load was
released.
�God damn it�Vincent, you can now��
Cid managed out, his body tensed in his orgasm.
Vincent cried out and submitted to
his master�s will. His
cum was let out onto the engine housing, intensifying the burn of the metal
against him. With his entire body
spasming as he came, he collapsed against the motor
cowling. �Thank you��
Cid made sure to hold Vincent in
place, until he was certain that the gunman had gotten what he needed. He released his grip on Vincent�s wrists, and
then slowly withdrew from his body.
Vincent remained pressed against the
engine housing for a moment, before moving back slightly and then falling to
his knees in his exhaustion.
Cid got his pants done back up and
then stepped forward again. He placed
his right hand into Vincent�s hair and forced him to lift his head
somewhat. �You were told that you were
going to clean up whatever mess you made.�
Faced with his own cum that marked
the motor housing, Vincent submitted as Cid pushed him forward. He opened his mouth and let out his tongue,
getting to the task of licking the metal clean.
Cid didn�t release his hold on
Vincent�s hair until the engine showed no further sign of what had been
done. �Good.�
Freed once the task was complete,
Vincent slowly rose back to his feet.
He, too, got his pants back in order before turning to face the pilot.
Cid met Vincent�s gaze and moved
closer to him. He grabbed the collar of
Vincent�s cloak and jerked him forward, letting their lips meet. Vincent parted his mouth to the kiss, letting
Cid within.
The pilot explored Vincent�s mouth
earnestly, tasting what was still upon his tongue from the clean up that had
just been done. They remained like that
for several minutes before Cid finally stepped back. His eyes narrowed as he considered Vincent
before him. �Was that all right?�
Vincent�s crimson eyes reflected his
gratitude. �That was the most
unbelievable thing that I�ve ever been put through. It was wonderful. I do not deserve a master like you.�
�Good, I wanted to make you
happy. I thought you�d be into
that.� Cid was pleased that his reading
that morning had paid off.
�It�s not about seeking my pleasure,�
Vincent dropped his gaze away.
�Well, seeing you have a good time
gets me off, so you have to,� Cid said back with a smirk.
Vincent couldn�t help but smile at
this. �What do you wish for me to do
now?�
Cid laughed to himself. �Well, I�m hungry. I say we go eat.�
�So be it.� Vincent nodded and then motioned for Cid to
lead the way.
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