Dance

Disclaimer: no really.. those things are starting to tick me off...Like if it isnt obvious that i do not own anyone in that story. They belong to Square-Enix.

and off to tell you another thing. i am french... this means a LOT of spelling mistakes, a LOT of bad phrase structure.. but you know what.. at least you can read it. -/rant-

ok that done, this story was a short quicky fic i came up with after peaking in the mailing list i am in. Someone wanted a smut fic where Cid and Vincent would... TADA! Dance O_O .

..... so this is the result..

Hope you like. n_n

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It was one of those evenings, where everything was so calm, so silent. I was sitting on the couch, feet on the table and he was sitting on his side of it, reading a book.

So calm, so silent,

.... So boring.

I don't know what is going on in his mind right now. We hadn't argued over anything, nothing happened at all, but his clamming up and silent treatment was definitely starting to get to me. I lit up a cig, watching the smoke float away. Probably the only action going around here at this time. Aside the flies... of course. Stupid things.

I glanced over at Vincent, wondering what could be going on in his mind again. How can he stand to be so calm for more than three hours in a row is a total mystery to me. I can barely hold still for five minutes without feeling the urge to move, to run or I just don't know what, but I know that if I tap my foot or anything, he'll ask me to stop cause the entire house will be shaking along with it. I really need to fix that...

Finally, I give up. I get up and start to walk around the living room. To the window, to the TV which I turn on, back to the couch, back to the TV which I turn off cause nothing interesting is on, to the window again. I just cannot stay still and stand this damn silence!!!

"What is wrong Cid?" Vincent asked me, without leaving his eyes from his book.

What is wrong? Oh nothing is wrong.. nothing at all, just your silence!

"Nothing... I just don't know what to do right now."

"You could try reading?"

"And turn into some statue on the end of a couch? ... I’ll pass, thanks for the offer."

He arched an eyebrow and looked at me, then shook his head, sighed and went back to his... God damned book...

I bit on the filter of my cigarette in order to conceal a growl. This was really starting to get to me. I looked at him again and wondered why he was so damn silent again, and what I could do to snap him out of it. Maybe he's down? I remember that he did say something about it a long time ago. I noticed that when he wasn't quite himself, he was burying himself in a book or a shower.

..... oh great.. shower.

Now why do these thoughts have to strike me at this God damned moment??

I turn my back to him, looking outside. This was really the last thing I needed to think about. Him, water, no clothes..

Smooth Cid.. Very smooth. The only way you could think of to break the silent is to make him scream and moan...

And no need to say that if I approach him within less than two feet I may end up making the silent treatment get longer.

I need something to change my mind... and FAST.

I went to the radio and turned it on. At least it'll fill the silence and hopefully, change my mind. Good, the song playing is one I know, sure fixes the matter.. for now.

Without even paying attention, I started to hum the song and move my hand to the beat. I forgot how catchy that one could be.. But it did the job and allowed me to think of something else than this lovely angel in a shower... lovely STILL silent angel..

Something inside of me snapped and I glanced, rather menacingly toward him. I approached him, slowly, like a wolf to its prey, and snatched his book. I'll deal with the silence treatment later, right now, it lasted for long enough.

"Gimme that, bookworm"

"Cid what the...?"

Before he even finished his phrase, I grabbed his right hand and pulled him toward me, catching him in my arms.

"Cid?!"

I held him firmly, I swear, his face was priceless. I wonder if he knows how cute he is when he’s looking like that. Still holding him tightly to me, I unceremoniously started to move around, leading him.

"Cid.. what are.. stop, I don't know how to..."

"You think I do?"

He kept on looking at me like if his entire world collapsed and he didn't know what to do.

"C'mon Vince, don't you think this is better than sitting there, alone? "

He didn't reply but somehow, in his eyes, I saw that yes, it did feel better. I smiled at him, and I saw a small blush creep on his cheeks. Don't ask me, but every time I smile like that he turns red. I just wish I knew what he was thinking about when he saw me like that.

So for a moment, we kept on dancing, if you can ever call it that, in the living room. But sooner or later, it had to happen, what do you expect from two people who cannot dance to save their lives? We tripped and fell on the couch.

And of course, he fell under me, and looked... way too beautiful to be left unnoticed. He tried to push me off but I held onto him.

"Cid..you're too heavy."

"Oh, I am?"

I snickered, You really think you will be going anywhere? Back to your book??? Oh hell no. I didn't wait for him to reply and covered his lips with mine. His eyes shot wide open but quickly enough I found him responding, his hand reaching for my head. I nibbled on his bottom lip and got rewarded with a soft sigh. My left hand left his lower back, around which I was holding on to, going to his chest and over his shirt, my lips leaving his and going to his neck, ravaging it. His back arched in my arms as soon as I reached over his nipple with my hand. This faint reaction always turns me on so wildly and I cannot refrain from getting more frenetic on him. I would devour him... if I knew he wasn't fragile.

My right hand, on the back of his head, pulls him nearer and he lifts his chin to allow me better access. Oh this taste.. this lovely scent that only he has. I cannot quite decipher what it is.. but I know it's his only. His hand leaves my head and reaches for my back, moving under my shirt. Holding onto his book for so long has made his fingers cold and I feel myself twitching and groaning beneath his touch. Sweet ... lovely torture.

Slowly, I unbutton his shirt, kissing every inch of the new china skin that comes into play. The more I reveal, the more I kiss, and the louder his sounds become. He can be so vocal, a beautiful melody that no song has ever matched. I take off his shirt, latching my lips and teeth around his nipple, sucking on it. He gasps and buckles up, hissing my name. I pass my hands over his stomach and chest, playing with his other nipple while never letting go of the other one. And all the while he still holds onto me, rubbing my back and buttocks, faint cries escaping his throat.

Soon enough, my T-shirt meets the same fate as his shirt and finds a place on the ground, and we merge into another long and vigorous kiss, our tongues intertwining. Between them and us, I swear they are no better dancers.. it's the one I prefer anyways..

His hand leaves my buttock and attacks my pants, passing his fingers underneath them, reaching out to my groin. I shiver on him, moaning and I feel his other hand unbuttoning my pants. I smirk and mimic him, receiving a long mewl for an answer, catching it into my mouth. Mere minutes later, we are shamelessly laying naked on the couch, his legs parted and me between them, laid over him and grinding into his groin, drawing gasps from him.

"..Oh Cid.."

I passed my hand on his face and he took one of my fingers in his mouth, sucking on it. Oh, sometimes my imagination brings me further than what is going on... but I had other plans for him. I kept on ravaging his chest with bites and kisses as he took a second finger in his mouth, toying with them with his tongue.

My hand snaked downward toward his hardness and I gently passed my fingers on it. The result was immediate. He gasped, arching backward. He is so sensitive to any contact. It's my guess that all this time he has spent alone left him with the will to be touched again. I took away my hand from his face and lifted one of his leg, putting that same hand in between his buttocks. Slowly, I slid one damp finger in his tightness, earning another gasp and long moan. I reached deeply, waiting a moment for him to get used to the sensation, then slid the second saliva damp finger within him. He writhed beneath my touch, grabbing onto the couch with his gauntlet, his head drawn far backward. I kissed his neck again, latching my teeth on his shoulder and he kept on moaning out loud. His right hand darted for my own shaft and his fingers wrapped around it. Moaning loudly, I reached deeper with my finger within him. He began to move up and down on my hardness as our lips locked once again.

Once I felt him ready, I withdrew my fingers, earning a displeased grunt. I lifted his hips onto my lap hand removed his hand from my erection. I held onto his shoulders and slowly sank in him. He trembled in my arms crying out loud, his right hand grabbing onto the skin on my back. I waited a few seconds before moving backwards, then back in. Once I felt him accommodated to me, our waltz started and slowly, I pounded in him, drawing long mewls and cries from him with a voice only I have heard. He surrounded me with his legs, pulling on me to reach deeper. With my free hand, I reached for his hardness, gently grabbing a hold to it and matching the movements of my hips. His hand covered mine and soon, I felt him tighten. I knew I reached this area, so deep inside of him which made the world falter. He screamed out loud, covering my moans, bucking backward, his hair falling from his face. He looks so beautiful...

With a few more frenetic hits, I reached climax and release, soon followed by him and we both ended up laying side by side, barely fitting on the couch, panting and covered with sweat.

He looks at me, and I hear him chuckle.

"What? "

"In all the ways you had to make me change my mind.. this is definitely.. the most original one.."

I burst in laughter, knowing that the silent treatment will end and won’t come back for a while. And if it ever does, I’ll take him for another dance again. It sure seems to be working well.

We lay there, for a while, unwilling to move and I cannot help myself to think of him in a shower again. After all, he will need one... no?