One Night on the Airship Highwind

Title: One Night on the Airship Highwind
Author: Simontheduck
Warnings: This...is so sleazy. It was written as a joke between friends (blame Tom - he's the one who got this fic off..er...I mean started this fic off). 1/3 parts run-of-the-mill slash fic, 1/3 bad writing, and 1/3 insanity. Dedicated to my wonderful Tom and my friend Archmage Lucene who I hope will post her fics soon. Have a laugh at this Cid x Barret x Vincent, or 'Barvincid' if you so prefer.
Disclaimer: I guess I need to fix this disclaimer. I don't make any money off of this, all characters are property of Square-Enix now and I do not own them in any way.

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Barret stared down at the suffering earth below from the deck of the airship Highwind. It had been so quiet in the wake of Cloud's disappearance, and now that spiky blondie was mumbling like a drunken Midgar tunnel-bum in Mideel’s hospital, the ship seemed even quieter in its sadness. Tifa was clinging to Cloud like a sleeping Yuffie to stolen materia - meaning two whole fighters less in the fight against Jenova and Sephiroth. He didn't think it was possible to have worse odds than before.

His thoughts drifted to his life before Cloud stumbled into it… had saving the planet been worth his comrades’ lives? Somehow in the short time; between the teasing and late-night fireworks and the support he had offered Barret through kidnappings and deaths of old friends, Cloud had...well perhaps 'grown on him' would be going too far. But damnit - Barret was beginning to see what Tifa was so damn horny about. He was a good kid, and for the first time he wondered whether he should follow Tifa’s example and start carin’ for his loved ones instead of worrying about the greater good. Run away to some Costa Del Sol villa with Marlene and wait out the end of time, maybe. Anything would be better than losing another friend. And from the looks the doctor gave the party on the last visit, it seemed as if Cloud's odds were actually worse than theirs. If he didn't pull through...

A cold hand suddenly came out of nowhere to give a dark muscular shoulder a reassuring squeeze - Barret jumped.

"Damnit, you spooky bastard! Don' sneak up on people like that! It's...well it’s damn spooky, that’s what it is!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was...'sneaking'," Vincent's voice purred from behind the cape, "I only wanted to tell you that we have to keep our hopes up about Cloud. He has done so much for all of us." He leaned his frame against the rail beside the black man. Comforting people was obviously deceptively easy; he didn't seem to be good at it at all. "What I mean is, it simply seems unlikely that he will remain in this state-"

"Yeah well, just because he done a lot fo' the team don't mean shit. Biggs, Wedge, Jessie all did loads fer AVALANCHE and they're all six feet fucking under."

Vincent sighed - he had never met any members of the environmental group but he could relate - his heart was also bitter with past memories.

The fresh mountain air blew around them for a moment as they entered the uncomfortable silence that always seemed to follow Barret's tirades. After a while Barret turned, looking drained and defeated. "Look, man...I know you were tryin' to help and all. So thanks." The sincerity in his eyes made Vincent blush slightly under his cloak and look down, shyly.

Breaking another silence was Cait Sith, who hopped through the door on his foolish robot followed closely by the unluckily numbered lab specimen, who used a back leg to scratch behind an ear as soon as he sat.

"Great news, guys!"
"What, you quit spyin' you damn Shinra lapcat?"
"That's the welcome I get when I come to tell you the Turks are, ready yourselves, vacationing out in the wild wild west?" But even that good smidgen of news was not enough to raise the former coal-miner's spirits. "Oh, Ferret, you wound me!"
"It's BARRET, you damn foo', and you know it, too!!!! I'ma dismantle you!!!"
"Sooooooooo...." Now THAT voice was unmistakable after years of smoking...and the pilot and captain drawled as he meandered up onto deck into the verbal battle of not-so-many-wits. "Shinra's sittin' on their asses to keep us from kickin' em, eh? Ehehehe!!!"

Silence.

"What you all starin' at? Isn’t it common practice to salute a cap'n when he comes into the goddamn room?!"

Barret had clearly had enough. "No one wants to salute yo’ tired old ass,” he grumbled as he stormed off, absence of his overpowering presence definitely noticed.

"I guess everyone’s a bit on edge, huh?" Cid asked, looking to Vincent. The latter shrugged, busy reflecting on how similar the huge Barret and scruffy Cid were. Probably more similar than they realized.

"Oi! Dog! How many times I gotta tell ya to stop stickin' yer damn face through the rails! Yer' gonna get hit by a fuckin' cockatrice!!!!"
"I enjoy the feel of my ears being blown in the wind. I shall stop when you cease lighting your toxic mouth-sticks, as the smoke dries out my nose," Nanaki piped up wisely.

Cid glared as he took a last puff of his cigarette before throwing it over the edge. "I bet if I cast Leviathan he would moisten yer' pretty nose ya damn fleabag," he grumbled under his breath.
"Thank you, Cid," Red said cheerfully.

Unfortunately while they engaged in such friendly banter and team building, Barret had not been able to calm himself. Like he had been on the Ferris wheel at Gold Saucer, he paced, he fumed...and he shot at things. Shooting up the metal of the ship was not such a big deal - it was quite sturdy and crewmen were always happy to do extra work for their hero and idol Cid. However, this was the day that the chocobo-keeper happened to be cleaning the stable, thus Willie the chocobo was out and about roaming the corridors. Just by chance the bird happened to pass through Barret's line of fire and had his leg grazed by a literally speeding bullet.

And he wasn't happy.

Willie ran as if he had been born gold - his speed and agility was completely unexpected as he toppled engineers and workers, overturned flags and the conference table, knocked over an airsick Yuffie who immediately regurgitated what little she had been able to stomach over the expensive Shinra electronics, and smashed boxes of food and materia with Behemoth-like strength. "WAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!!"

Hearing the noise, the rest of the team ran down to make sure things were in order. By the time they got Willie back into his Jesus-like bed of hay, the damage had been done. It just so happened that the room Cid, Vincent and Barret had been assigned to (females and talking animals were each granted separate rooms, probably so they wouldn’t complain about the nearly-nude Junon Ferry poster ladies) was in the path of this tremendous tsunami-like destruction. (Wow, that just might be the most insensitive simile ever) When Cid reached it he let out a bellow worthy of the most fearsome boss.

"MY GODDAMN ROOM!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed as if Rufus Shinra himself had stripped naked and lay prostrate over his new covers. With Nanaki at his heels like a good boy, he rustled through the ruins of mattresses torn by angry chocofeet. Amazingly, as per slash fiction norm, one bed remained. But I digress. Cid scavenged through the wreckage, tossing aside Vincent's worn out copy of 'Notes from Underground' with marked pages and quotations marked "use on daily basis" and Barret's gun manuals. Somehow, they didn't seem to matter as much.

"Oh thank god," Cid murmured, pulling out a box Nanaki noticed was labeled ‘XXX Collectors Ed. Wutai-Girls Gone Wild’, "I practically had to sell Shera to the mafia to get my hands on these."

Discretely coughing, Red decided to interrupt the joyful reunion. "I have not seen Barret around."
"Oh yeah, shit, you're right!" Cid mumbled. He jammed the intercom by the door. "Hey, you guys see Barret anywhere? He okay?"

*static* Ye...Ci...en..ine..oom! *static*

"That sounded like Vincent. Yeti in ermine boom? The hell they doin'?"
"I think he said 'Engine Room'"

Red was so damn annoyingly smart sometimes.

When Cid and Red arrived a few moments later, Cait Sith was leaning over a collapsed figure. Unconscious, Barret lay with a giant bruise forming on his belly in the approximate shape of a chocobo head. Not even the robot could move him without Cid and Vincent's help, however they managed to lift him back to the male-designated room and place his massive frame not so gently on the bed. The *only* bed. Luckily it was the captain's double sized one, which meant it was practically a single when it came to Barret's stature.

It was no easy task, and Vincent and Cid collapsed to the floor, Cait Sith wandering away seeming smug in his lack of fatigue. Cid noticed Vincent loosening the ties of his cape out of the corner of his eye; his forehead was a bit sweaty making a few black strands stick to it. It reminded Cid of a cheap Honeybee Inn show. However, he considered Vincent his friend even though they had only recently met - and he reprimanded himself for his thoughts. Although...it was an erotic sight, he had to admit. His pants tightened...just slightly.

Cid loosened his scarf a bit further himself, and slouched against the wall. Vincent was sitting with more dignity but leaned against the bed, occasionally brushing away torn clothing or sheets and glancing at the walls. Grabbing a smoke from his front pocket, he lit up, trying not to be so obvious in his staring.

"Damn, I can't believe this shit. Look, he even dented the goddamn metal bed frames. You tell someone to take care of that crazy chocobo?"
"Yes, Jack is handling it until the crew can find a tranquilizer. He said you only managed to buy hypers when we left the last town."
"Heh I guess so...which one's Jack? *puff* He the one with the long girly hair?"
".....I suppose that would be him. He works on the bridge from time to time."

Cid grinned slightly - he'd half expected Vincent to take offense at the girly hair thing but he didn't expect him to be so…damn nice. You know, he'd roomed with him but now that he was talking to him man to man, Vincent didn't seem as cold a person as everyone made him out to be. Maybe it was just that nobody bothered trying to get him to open up. Not so hard if you kept him away from subjects like pain and existential angst. ‘This is kinda comforting actually,’ Cid thought.

"I wish Barret would stop stressin' out. Gets on my nerves..." he spoke aloud and puffed again.
Vincent nodded in agreement. "He is worried about his 'Marlene' and Tifa...and the boy, Cloud. They had become rather close....speaking of - it sounds like he is coming to." Sure enough, the figure on the bed had started to twitch and groan. "I am pleased. I thought he was going to atrophy."

Cid looked at Vincent, somewhat shocked and made an enthusiastic 'heh' of amusement. //Did...did he just make a joke?//

"...you stay away from my momma..." Barret grumbled.
"Hey, Barret! Get with it!" Cid prodded the bigger man's tattoo.
"...Hey, Cloud...why you wearin' makeup, boyeee?"
"Barret!!!!" Cid shook him. "Wake your ass up!" Across from him, Vincent gave him a look that clearly said 'this isn't working'. As if it wasn't obvious.
"Hey, Barret! You look like a marshmallow in that sailor suit!"
The black man sat up with a start into Cid's puddle of cigarette smoke. "WHO told you about that?! Huh? Who?!"

But although Barret was awake, he didn't actually get out of bed like they had hoped. He whined and moped, until Cid (and Vincent) gave up on trying to get him to help around the ship. And that sucked - he WAS a strong helper…usually. Soon it was only a few hours to midnight, and Vincent worked preparing a proper plastic-lined bucket for Yuffie as she looked quite green. Whoever said Vincent didn't have a heart must have been uninformed.

Anyway, the crew didn't have much time to clean up from hurricane Chocobo-Willie before the group settled down. Cait and Red had taken the conference room, and with weapons loose on a rampage rest wasn't optional.

Nevertheless, nighttime was just as eventful.

Barret had refused to relinquish the bed ("Man, I got a bruise the size of fuckin' northern crater I ain't sleeping on no damn floor!"); Vincent lay cradled on part of his cape that was folded up as a pillow. Sheets and shredded books were piled neatly beside him along with his strange pointy boots. Cid's cigarette had dropped from his mouth (luckily not causing a fire in the wreckage) and he was drooling and snoring, leaning against the other corner wrapped in a torn tonberry-print coverlet. His jean-jacket had been tossed aside, as had his scarf and goggles.

A loud bang close to the room woke the cabin occupants suddenly during the night, and Cid instinctively stumbled over to the intercom in a daze, almost stepping on the ex-Turk brunette. He slammed his dry, rough pilot’s hand onto the button.

"What the hell just happened?!"
//"Cap'n, sir, we hit some sort of giant insect sir!"//
"Tell me it's not one of those goddamn rainbow colored things from Wutai..."
//"The same, sir. Sorry, sir. It flew right into the ventilation…it's completely blocked. We'll have to stop for repairs or the air conditioning is blown, sir."//
"No one's stopping for any-damn-thing, we gotta keep heading west and south for Mideel!"
Vincent murmured sleepily, "Can we fly slightly further north?"
//"Sorry Mr. Valentine sir, that will take us too far off-course...er, captain should I change coordinates?//
Cid let out a sigh. "Naw, nevermind it. The primary vents are still free so we'll stop in the morning. Of all the damn times..."

As the night outside became slightly cooler, the ship clung to its heat and became progressively warmer, more and more like a sauna. He could just imagine how badly Red must be panting at the moment. Speaking of pants, Cid removed his own dark green ones and left himself in plain gray boxers and dog-tags.

Then he removed his shirt and threw everything, brown gloves, heavy work boots and all into a haphazard pile. ‘Hell, if Vince and Barret wanna suffer, let them. But not me,’ he thought. However, with the slight light coming in from under the door, he could make out Vincent discreetly stripping off his cape and top of his black outfit. Even Barret eventually mumbled “fuck it” and took off everything but his underwear as well. Not that that made much of a difference - he usually showed off a lot of his top half anyway.

So with Cid in his boxers, Vince in pants and a headband, Barret practically as nude as Cid...it looked more and more like the Honeybee group-room indeed.

The ship captain wondered if they were staring at him in the darkness like he was at them. Vincent was as pale and skinny as was to be expected from years in a coffin. He looked very interesting with the claw arm - Cid always thought it was cool, even if it was a Shinra scientist who screwed him over. Frail looking, he reflected…but Cid knew he was no weakling. Barret on the other hand was intimidating, but Cid had to admit he was strangely drawn to all those muscles. Or maybe it was the attitude that was so close to his own.

Thinkin' like this was making him a bit flustered to be honest. And damnit, Vincent had just happened to plop his skinny-ass down between Cid and the glossy centerfolds in the box he'd shoved under the bed. If only he could get to them, he could sneak off to the washroom maybe...and then get some proper sleep.

Vincent in the meantime was wondering why Cid seemed to be staring at him so intently. Did he realize he was doing it? It made Vincent a little self-conscious. He wasn't nearly as tough as his roommates - he didn't have any muscles to speak of...and he wasn't very hairy. So...why was the Rocket Town native looking at him like that? He couldn't be...interested in him THAT way, could he? No. Not Cid. Vincent would have giggled at his own thoughts - if he were the giggling type of course.

Barret lay on his side glancing as best he could between the two companions. Cid seemed to be alternating his gaze back and forth between the other men, Vince seemed to be fidgeting although Barret couldn't see him too well as the quiet man was resting fairly close to the bed. He thought of how lonely he had been feeling since his wife had…

Cue uncomfortable silence.

Finally Barret was the one to speak up. "Hey, you...you two okay? You weirdin' me out."
"Yeah, er...hey..uh..Barret. You uh...you and Vince wanna talk about...stuff?" 'Way to go, Cid old buddy!' his inner voice chimed helpfully, 'good conversation starter right there!'

"Man, you a foo'. What kinda question is that?"
"What did you wish to talk about?" asked the other deep voice.
Cid blushed. "Erm...no matter really...just…I can't sleep on this goddamn floor anymore I think, you know? All this mattress sponge is getting’ on me, eh?"
“Well you not sharin’ my bed, I ain’t like that.”

The perceptive Vincent noticed Cid’s lack of mouthy comeback. Maybe…maybe Cid WAS thinking like that. He wondered what it would be like to be that close to another person after so long…

Cue sexual tension.

Anyway, the fact was that Cid was hot in more ways than one. And when a man like Cid had needs he would take control of the situation. He was certainly not going to resort to some cheesy fanfiction cliché such as truth or dare, and he wasn’t gonna romance no one like they were a buncha girls. So, pushing better judgment aside he stood up, walked to the side of Barret’s bed…and made his move.

"Wha...what are you doing?!" Cid grabbed Vincent by his hair and kissed him roughly, taking advantage of Vincent's shocked state to let his tongue slip into the other's mouth...and hot DAMN he tasted good. Giving into his deviant desires, he used as much passion as he could muster, crushing Vincent's smaller body to his own, letting his eyes close.

Better than a Wutai girl, that was for damn sure.

"What in the FUCKING FUCK are you two doing?!"

Looking up after a while, Cid noticed something huge was definitely noticeable in Barret’s undies...likely not huge materia. Looks like they were having a bit of an effect on their resident bed-hog. Vincent was pulling at the back of his head, obviously not wanting him to stop but he blushed and dropped his hands when he realized what he was doing. And…Barret was watching.

Disturbing.

“Cid…I-”
The blonde looked a bit defeated, he must have thought Vincent did not like the kiss. “I know. That was outta line.”
“No, it…” he blushed, “I didn’t mind. It’s just…Barret-“
“Yeah you buncha fools!! I’m in the damn room!” Not that he could see *everything* in the darkness, mind you.

Cid ignored the comment, more interested in the "I didn't mind" part of Vincent's last statement. "I didn't mind". It repeated itself like the neverending Lamb Chop's Playalong song...the effect rushed more blood than was probably healthy to his lower regions. Leaning in for another mouth-to-mouth exchange with his surprisingly willing new partner, he pondered: was all the Luck + materia makin' his day so damn...lucky? Christ, Vincent was hot. And tasty. Mmmmmm.....

"You guys, I'll leave! I'll go sleep in the damn chocobo stable!"
"Hah, Willie would peck your good arm off. *kiss, smooch* Barret, why are you knocking somethin' ya haven't tried? You wouldn't be protestin' so damn much if you were in the middle of us."
"...."
"Barret?"

And then, of course, the shocker:

"You...you think you would let me?" That caught the attention of both other males.

"Don't you dare laugh, I ain't up for no jokes."

Vincent stared at the Midgar slum man - quite frankly, he was amazed. But, he decided 'hey, it couldn't hurt. It was only a short distance to the bed, and they both settled quite comfortably on his sturdy body. Why was he participating in this? Oh yes, it was his terrible lack of human touch in the recent years. Or perhaps he just wanted to get laid. Cid moved over to Barret, and kissed him heatedly.

The straight haired brunette looked at the show, intrigued. "You don't seem new to this, Cid."
”Hey, a healthy young pilot always experiments. B, you look uncomfortable.” Cid grinned, amused.
“I...I never done none of this...ya know, guy on guy shit...”
“Not even before you got married?” asked the captain.
“No, man...hey, you actually listened when I talked about my old woman and stuff?” Barret sounded pleasantly pleased. ^_^
Vincent smiled. Undeniably more alike than they realized - both with harsh appearances and personality, softhearted and compassionate on the inside.

“What the fuck you so happy about?”
He blushed - he had forgotten he had no cape covering his face anymore.
“What about you Vince, you done anything with guys?” Cid asked curiously.
“No...I...no,” he frowned, “Lucrecia-“
“Right, right. 'Nuff said. So I got two newbies on my hands, huh?”
“Who you calling a newbie?” Barret protested under his companions’ roving hands.
“We will not do anything you do not want, Barret."
“Stop treating me like a wussy girl, man! You the one whose name is Valentineeeeaaahh…damn that’s good!”
Vincent’s hands wandered over the huge black man, Cid’s hands were moving over both of them amorously, as if they couldn’t decide where they wanted to be.

And hey – they needed to ease Barret’s pain, for the team to run efficiently. At least, that’s how poor Vincent justified the situation to himself.

“We will both do this for you, Barret. Cid and I feel you need some stress relief.”
Vincent moved down and began to mouth Barret’s sizeable…gun…from the outside of his boxers...he was obviously very hard. Bringing his flesh hand up, he moved up and down the fabric as well, pleased his work was being appreciated. Under his ministrations, he could feel Barret slowly begin to relax and give in.

He then ran the same good hand over the firm chocolate muscles of his stomach, once again feeling a bit insecure. However, he could feel Cid's hand wandering down the back of his own undergarments, and decided self-consciousness was the last thing he needed to be worrying about. Barret was groaning softly. Cid reached over to help grope roughly over his chest with the hand that was not currently down the pants of our favorite brunette. Even quiet Vincent found himself moaning as he was touched in his most private of places...and the hand moved still lower, then around the side to the front to the uh...the uh...the Netherlands.

"Damn, man...where did you learn this?" Barret mumbled...before finding himself being kissed by Cid. It was...a strange experience. Barret wasn't sure if he was quite okay with this, but he was too aroused to care, and responded eagerly. As Cid moved down to nip his way down his neck, he could feel the blonde whiskers tickling and he let out a laugh, arching away.

Vincent looked up a bit affronted, until he was reassured that his inexperienced but enthusiastic skills were indeed the opposite of laughable.

"Mmm, Vince," Cid groaned, "looks like you've got some natural talent there...feel like giving me a sample?" Barret glared the phrase 'fuck off, man' blatantly, but Cid held his gaze proudly, refusing to back down. ‘Didn't your mother teach you to share?’ he glared back.

Vincent moved closer to Cid, pressed chest to furred chest, and moved his hand between Cid’s legs…but that wasn’t enough for the pilot. “Do you think we could all just get completely goddamn naked here or do we have to dry hump like teenagers?”

And it was quite an acrobatic scene, trying to remain on the bed while removing the last of their clothing. But they did it somehow, and admired each other’s buff state, au naturel. Cid decided not to worry with pretty comparisons…they were all different in many ways, all of them appealing. But damn, Barret was obviously smug with himself as he posed and awwww, was Vince blushing? He couldn’t see too well, but he was certain of it. He decided to start with him.

“Want me to suck you, Vince?” Vincent groaned, almost hyperventilating. Cid’s breath moved over him down…and further down. When the hot, wet mouth closed over him he couldn't help but cry out. He felt Cid grasping his clawed arm and putting it over his neck, probably trying to show the pale man that his bedmate accepted him wholly. It didn’t take long for Vincent to come close to climax, and when he did Cid pulled away. He wanted to save that event for later.

He moved to Barret.

“I know I said to salute me when I come in, but I gotta admit, you've impressed me.”
“...Cid, don't tease me, man.” When Cid's warm mouth and rough tongue began to work up and down in slow, hard strokes, Barret found himself trembling and close to the Kodak moment. In no time, he was moaning, “Christ, yeah...Cid...fuck man, that's good.” It was exquisite! Then Vincent was kissing him, mouths moving together in a fit of intense desire. Barret was a bit taken aback by the amorous creature that seemed to emerge from Vincent, although Vince had so many creatures inside of him it shouldn't have been a surprise. He let out a yell as he reached completion, Cid still working him hard and milking every glorious second before Barret lay, spent and sated...

For a while.

Barret had his eyes half closed, but he could hear Vincent begging Cid for more, and heard something along the lines of, “Goddamn I want everything. Barret, you up for that?” That woke him right up.

“Hey…I donno 'bout that shit. I ain’t into that…just gonna watch.” Barret was obviously quite skeptical – as most people would be having never experienced something like that. Not that he hadn’t heard about what guys would do to each other, I mean – he DID hang with Biggs and Wedge.

Cid grinned, "Suit yourself! Not 'suit' literally of course, not that you'd own one."
"Piss off!"
Cid laughed and turned Vince to face him; they were both half on Barret. He tipped his head back to look into his eyes. "I’m gonna take care’a you now, but…seriously, I wanna go all the way. That okay?" Vincent nodded, so aroused even inhibition was far from his sex-fogged mind. Cid took the moment to admire the body in front of him. Flushed...quite feminine if you were to change just a couple of...minor parts, misleadingly delicate. The pale man must have interpreted his amorous gazes the wrong way, and before Cid could get a word in edgewise it was all:

"You must find me unattractive. I know Shinra disgusts you...and I embody it," to which Cid replied, "Quit yer self-deprivatin' garbage."
"Deprecating."
"Whatever the fuck, ya pasty ass! Now get it over here..." Vince moaned as Cid reached down to stroke him teasingly, before grabbing his behind and pulling him in closely. "You’re gonna scream so loud, babe." Cid made sure to move his tongue to taste every inch of his partner's body before moving to his target, from the salty sweat-sheened planes of his shoulders to his most intimate of areas - memorizing every bit and loving every minute. Surprisingly sweet.

Barret thrust his hips up eagerly. "Fuckin' get on with it!"
“Not so hasty. We have to prepare the equipment in order to take on weapon, if you get my meaning. Eheheh!”
“Hardy har har…”

About Cid's 'weapon' in question…he was adequately endowed, and he intended to engage in the invasion in the most pleasant way possible. Reaching under his bed, he pulled out his trusty box of skin-mags, grabbing the handy tube (hehehe, handy) that happened to be best friend to many a man. Sitting Vincent up astride Barret, he moved behind him, and prepared him slowly for defloration. Vincent cried out like a wanton serviceman in a house of ill-repute, I’m sorry to say. If Barret's sore stomach was being hurt by the weight of Vincent’s front, the muscled man wasn't showing it. Cid took a deep breath to calm himself a little…almost disbelieving the reality of the act that was going to take place.

“Cid...Cid, wait. I...I lied. It is not my first time,” he tried to hide his guilty look by lowering his head. “When Hojo –“
“Vince, babe...I don't want you to even think about whatever that dick did to you, you got it? Only me, see?”
“And me, damnit!” Barret interjected.
“So…we’re okay with this all then?”
Vincent nodded keenly again.

When Cid turned Vince back around and finally (finally) moved inside his bedfellow, athwart the hawse so to speak, Vincent let out the most endearing croon. It must have hurt a bit, but he pushed back toward the scruffy captain with a hissed “yes”, and Barret couldn't help but move up himself. He ran his large hand over whatever bare fair skin he could get…that wasn't being caressed by Cid of course. Cid was moaning like crazy as well, already moving in and out at a frantic pace, moving his sweaty head into the crook of Vincent's neck. "Barret, you lucky bastard...you get to see him." And he must have looked incredible - Vincent shrieked with every stab of pleasure deep inside him. Cid was hitting the spot he wanted so wonderfully - he had never felt anything like this before. The pilot was in heaven with Vincent around him - warm, tight...accepting. Reminded him of grandma's house, but thinking about grandma at a time like this was a little unacceptable. Vincent's hair bounced up and down, stroking Barret’s front with each movement of the trio.

"Ah...ahh, Cid!! Barret...CID!!"
“Fuck yeah, Vincent…christ!” Barret came again, fisting himself and Vincent quickly, with his good hand. Cid had grasped both his hips in his hands tightly bracing him for his last few hard thrusts...and damned if he didn't enjoy them...when he came he felt as if he were being hit by a freight train, the intensity and feeling was overwhelming. Vincent must have been last; as they were both touching him wherever they could as he threw his head back and made a strange strangled noise. But it was sexy. And somehow, though weapons ran amok and earthquakes rumbled...for a moment the world just felt right.

They all ended up on the double bed looking thoroughly debauched – especially Vincent, who ended up the middle of the sticky, exhausted pile.

“That’ll teach ya’ to call me tired and old,” Cid said smugly, for once not lighting up. He was half laying on Barret now - the gun-arm was digging into his side but he didn’t feel like moving. Only one of them had long hair, and it was tangled in disarray down his back. It was an aesthetic mix…white, suntan-brown, and black. Seemed a bit strange, but like a Picasso it just seemed to work.

Barret couldn’t help but look satisfied and content for...the first time in days. Worries were far from his mind. He cuddled both men to him, not caring how unmanly it was. He felt damn good. Vincent in particular grinned – yep, as he’d been saying all along - he knew they were softies at heart.

So that’s how a lab-rat coffin dweller, a foul-mouthed eco-terrorist, and a gruff airship pilot and soon-to-be astronaut ended up one night on the airship Highwind.

"Man put out that damn smoke, you tryin' to make me sick?"

Tomorrow they would reach Mideel.

-end-

Simon the Duck: *dresses Cid, Vincent and Barret in FFX-2 clothes* C, V, B – in position!!! Alas, literary prizes are so far off...anyway Barret rules, boyeee!!! And yet he's never included in slash fics. I think I've only read two that used Barret. TWO in ALL these years. And that's damn unfortunate, because Barret is so damn awesome, yo'! Review if you love Barret! Or...just review anyway. HEHE