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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 8

Cid and Vincent had gone to the makeshift mess hall upon the ship and sat at the lone table there, one across from the other. The pilot ate ravenously, starved after his activity with Vincent earlier and having missed breakfast.

Vincent, however, just picked at his food. There was an uncomfortable feeling within him, one that he wasn�t accustomed to. Up until this point, he�d only admitted to himself that his need to cling to Cid had been because of the acknowledgement that the other man gave him. However, now Vincent was starting to feel something in his heart, and it was upsetting him on some level. He possessed genuine sentiments for the blond, and it crushed him, because Vincent had been made to believe that no one would ever love him in return. Nonetheless, he would still serve Cid for all he was worth, since it was the closest thing to a real relationship as he felt he would ever get. Surely, Cid was only taking part in what was happening between them out of his own needs, not because he actually cared deep down.

Cid saw the expression that had managed its way to the gunslinger�s face. "Vince?"

His crimson eyes came up and met the pilot�s. "Is there something you need?"

"Naw, you just looked�upset there for a minute." Cid set down his fork and rested his elbows on the table. "You okay? I didn�t hurt you, right?"

Vincent shook his head slightly. "I was not physically harmed in any permanent way, and even if I had been, it wouldn�t be an issue for me."

The way the word �physically� came from Vincent caught Cid�s attention. "How about being hurt non-physically? Did I do something wrong?"

Again, Vincent shook his head. "My emotions are not your concern. I am here only to tend to your needs. I will tell you, though, that you�ve not done anything to disturb me on that level. I was merely thinking of my own issues."

Cid wanted to reach across the table and grab Vincent by the shoulders and shake him, but resisted doing so. He dropped his gaze back to his finished ration before him. God damn it, Vincent, your emotions are my concern. I wish you�d let me in. I wish I knew how you really felt for me. I wonder if this is just all about the submission thing, or if you might actually feel something...

Vincent saw his partner delve into thought and sighed heavily. He wished he could read Cid�s mind.

Their moment was interrupted when the door to the room opened up and Tifa stepped in. Upon seeing Cid, she froze and then turned around. "I�m sorry�I�ll eat later."

"No, wait," Cid said to her. "Come in here and sit."

Her amber eyes went wide and she faced back. She had been hurt by Cid�s blatant rejection earlier that day, and wondered what he was up to. Her left hand was shoved down into the pocket of her skirt, her fingers brushing over the folded bit of paper she�d crammed in there that morning. Slowly, Tifa made her way over to the table and sat next to Vincent, so that she was facing the blond. "What�s up?"

Cid put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his seat, moving his gaze between Tifa and Vincent. He knew he was really going to push things by what he was about to suggest, but he felt he might as well. "I wanted to talk to you about somethin�."

"Sure." Tifa crossed her arms over her chest, glancing over at Vincent briefly.

"Look, this morning�were you really serious?" Cid felt his face flush. "Would you?"

"You�re honestly going to bring this up in front of him?" Tifa asked cocking her head in Vincent�s direction for a moment.

"He knows the story." Cid tensed his jaw for a moment.

Tifa scoffed. "Yeah, honestly, I was being serious. I would, but you�re a liar."

"I�m a what?" Cid knit his brow and let his hands come back down to the table.

With a self-satisfied smirk upon her lips, Tifa pulled out the piece of paper from her pocket. "Looks like some of Yuffie�s tendencies did rub off on me."

Cid leaned across the table and plucked the paper from her hand. His heart racing in his dread, he unfolded it, seeing that it was the note that Vincent had left for him that morning. "You fuckin� took this out of my coat pocket!"

Tifa nodded. "I sure did, and after the way you talked to me this morning, I don�t really feel all that bad about it." Her eyes then narrowed. "And I think I know who �V� is, too."

Vincent�s eyes went wide as he stared across the table at Cid. Inside, Vincent suddenly felt terribly nervous. He�d blown it by writing that note. It was out, everyone would surly find out. Cid would throw him away for causing him embarrassment. All the faint color that Vincent�s cheeks had possessed at once vanished and he began to shake.

Cid wasn�t ready to panic just yet. He paid little attention to Vincent�s reaction for the moment, keeping focused on the woman. "Oh do you?"

"Yeah." Tifa crossed her arms over her chest again. "You told me you weren�t gay, but you�re apparently into some kinky shit with Vince, aren�t you?"

Cid leaned forward, allowing the note to fall from his hand. "I ain�t gay, Tifa. I�m bi. There is a difference."

"Right." She frowned. "You turned me down. I don�t think you like women at all."

"Like I said this morning, Tif," Cid was allowing himself to get a little angry to help curb his embarrassment for having this discussion, "I just don�t want all that bullshit drama on my ship that starts happenin' when people get to messin' around and gettin' their feelings hurt."

"Who said anything about feelings, Cid?" Tifa shook her head. "I�m not in love with you, we�re just friends. I have no intention of getting into some sort of relationship with you, I was just out for a little fun. But, since you and Vincent here have something going on, I guess I�m out."

Cid bit his bottom lip for a moment, remembering the conversation that Vincent and he had carried out before. "Vincent told me I could if I were so inclined."

At this, Vincent closed his eyes and turned his head away from the two of them. What Cid had just said had made Vincent feel like the wind had been knocked out of him, but Cid and Tifa weren�t aware of this in the least.

Tifa narrowed her eyes. "So what are you saying?"

"I�" Cid glanced at Vincent and saw that he was turned away. He figured that Vincent was feeling left out, but he intended to fix that. "If it�s just gonna be for the hell of it, I�ll do it, but Vincent comes with us."

Both Vincent and Tifa stared at the pilot.

Tifa�s jaw dropped and she looked at the man sitting next to her. She felt like she hardly knew Vincent in the least, and the thought of being with someone as attractive as him who was practically a stranger was a turn on. Besides, she�d never been with two men before and the idea got the better of her. She looked back at the pilot. "Are you just messing with me after this morning?"

Cid�s expression was completely serious. "No, I�m not fuckin� around about this."

Tifa�s heart was racing and she looked at Vincent once more. "Vince?"

He slowly brought his eyes to look at her. Vincent examined her briefly, reaffirming to himself that he did find her attractive. "Yes?"

"Is he serious?" she asked, needing the gunman�s confirmation before she got too excited about the prospect.

Vincent looked back over at the blond. "I�ve not known Cid to make much of a habit of joking."

"So, are you game or what?" Cid asked, already getting aroused at the idea despite what he�d just done with Vincent less than an hour before.

Tifa was thoroughly rattled by this, but interested. "Okay�"

"After lights out, come to my room." Cid looked at Vincent. "We�ll be waiting."

Tifa nodded at him and then rose up from her seat. Her entire body was shaking in her shock and anticipation. She walked over toward the cooler where the rations were kept and grabbed one before exiting the room.

Once she was gone, Cid reached across the table and touched the side of Vincent�s face. "I wouldn�t do anything and leave you out of it."

Vincent closed his eyes at the touch. Initially, he�d been unhappy with the pilot going off alone and fucking the girl, but now that he was invited, that hurt faded. Still, on some level, he wished he could be all that Cid desired, but that wasn�t his place to have such thoughts. After all, he wasn�t Cid�s lover-- he was his slave. There was a difference.
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