A Happy Man

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Cid watched the stars passing by overhead, his eyes unfocused as the smoke of his cigarette curled between him and his vision.

Go and find what you're fighting for. Work out why you want to do it. Goddamn stupid kid, couldn't accept that it was just the sensible thing to do.

Not much point in backing out and saying "I don't want to anymore" if the world was going to end only days later. Might as well go out in a blaze of glory. He'd done what he always wanted, he had been up there among the stars.

His dream had happened.

He pulled down his goggles and shoved them back up again. He had stopped dreaming about the stars.

Footsteps approached behind him. "Look kid, it's going to be a long night, you might as well spend it with Tifa."

"I think Cloud might be offended by the insinuation, Highwind."

Cid spun the seat around, snapping the cigarette from his lips. "Valentine, fuck. What are you doing back?" He looked the gunman up and down. "I woulda thought you'd be anywhere but here."

Vincent gave an amused snort. "Honestly, where would I go, Highwind? Everyone I know is dead or has long ago forgotten about me. There is no one out there to inspire me to fight."

The pilot took a long drag on his smoke and tipped his head backwards to stare out the window, the sky suddenly the earth. "Yeah, tell me about it. I assume the kid and Tifa are outside?"

"Yes. They're... otherwise engaged."

Cid could hear the faint smirk. He looked up again and watched the Turk for a moment. "You were a hit man."

Vincent turned his face to Cid's. "Yes."

"Did they get to see yer face?"

There was a faint pause. "Yes."

"I'm a condemned man, Valentine, we all are." Cid smirked and took another drag. "Humour me."

Vincent shook his head, but it was apparently a gesture of amusement rather than denial, because his reached up and undid the clasps on the thick cloak he wore. He carefully drew away the red material and dropped it to the floor in a pile, pushing the bandana up to reveal his face.

Cid smiled slightly as he looked over the fine cheekbones, small jaw and perfect lips. "I always wondered what you looked like under there."

Vincent smiled, and suddenly it was a real expression, not just a lighting of his eyes. "Well, now you know, Highwind. Think you can die a happy man now?"

The blonde grinned and took another drag, gesturing behind him to the huge windows. "I've flown, I've been among the stars, I've got a smoke, a bottle of fine whiskey and I've just seen a lovely face. All I need is a good fuck and I can die the happiest man alive."

Cid looked away at that moment and didn't see the wicked smile cross over the assassin's face. The blonde was staring out the windows again, watching the sky bob up and down below the ground.

The brunette tipped his head and slid off the red bandana. He trod forwards, his shoes silent on the metal.

He slid forwards, straddling Cid's lap. The pilot's head snapped towards him, eyes wide with shock, his mouth opening to yell.

Vincent latched his lips over the blonde's, burying his gauntlet in the thick hair, careful not to cut skin. Cid stiffened against him for a moment; both knew he could hoist off Vincent if he really wanted to; but he relaxed moments later, pushing up into the other man.

Their tongues shoved against one another, the Turk's cool demeanour lost as he pushed his body against the pilot's. Cid reached up and cupped the other man's skull in his hands, holding him closer as they continued to kiss.

Vincent's other hand wandered to Cid's shoulder, holding it for a moment, before pushing between their bodies, the slender fingers wriggling until they hit hardening flesh. Instantly, they tightened a fraction, plucking at the nipple softly. Cid hissed into Vincent's mouth, his hands reaching down to grasp the narrow hips.

Finally, they pulled apart. Vincent stared down on Cid, the other man blinked a few times and grinned dopily. "Does this mean I'm going to die the happiest man around?"

Vincent moved his hands to Cid's shoulders, and shifted his hips, grinding down in just the right place. "You can tell me afterwards."

Cid gave a husky laugh and grabbed Vincent's hair with one hand. "Sounds like a good fucking deal." He pulled the other man down into another kiss.

Cid tasted like smoke, whiskey and something else that Vincent couldn't put his finger on, he decided as he pushed his tongue into Cid's mouth. It had been a long time since he had smoked, he'd given it up when she had asked him to.

He pushed that thought away, sliding his arms around the solid neck in front of him. It made him feel powerful, towering over Cid like this, their mouths crushing against one another passionately.

With a deliberate roll, Vincent ground his hips against Cid's belly. The blonde gave a throaty moan into their kiss, grabbing Vincent's hips and pushing them down again.

Both of them shifted slightly, crushing their bodies against one another. They kissed again, harder, pulling back for a few seconds before crashing their mouths back together again.

Cid tugged at Vincent's shirt, pulling it from the belted pants. He quickly slid his hand underneath, rubbing the pale skin in long strokes as he slid his tongue back into Vincent's parted lips. Vincent moaned and rolled his hips again.

The two of them drew back again. Vincent stared down at Cid, licking his slightly bruised lips, rocking slowly. Cid stared back unabashedly, his hands slipping up higher, pushing the black cloth upwards.

Vincent smiled coyly and moved his hands to his shirt. Cid raised an eyebrow, his gaze wandering to the gold gauntlet.

At the gaze, the gunman reached to his elbow instead, twisting the golden band to release the claw. Cid watched in fascination as the metal was pulled off, revealing scarred skin underneath. He took the exposed hand and kissed it, sliding his mouth over one long finger, sucking it gently.

The brunette moaned, there was a thud as his gauntlet slipped from his fingers and onto the floor. Both ignored it, their eyes firmly locked as Cid moved onto the next finger, sucking on it harder, making Vincent shudder and wriggle closer.

The blonde released the fingers and leant up. Their lips were parted, Vincent flicked his tongue to lick lightly at Cid's lips, flicking over the tongue that reached out to his.

Their tongues lapped against one another for a few seconds until Cid pulled the other man down, bruising their lips together for another kiss. His hands were now fumbling at the small buttons, trying to undo the shirt.

Vincent leant back, breaking off the kiss, pushing Cid's hands away. He swiftly undid the tiny buttons and pulled off the cloth, dropping it on the floor. Cid immediately latched his teeth around a nipple, tugging gently.

The wail was almost inhuman. Cid rolled his tongue over the trapped nub, eliciting another cry and a hearty moan. The hit man raised up slightly and dropped back down, dragging his arousal across Cid's. Cid grunted and bucked up against his partner, clenching his teeth harder.

Vincent wailed again, pushing harder against Cid. Heat ran through the blonde's limbs and centred on his already throbbing erection.

His hands went for Vincent's pants, ripping open the belts with an annoyed growl. Vincent moaned and wriggled in a most unhelpful manner, leaning back after a moment to give Cid more working space.

Getting the leather undone, the belt was snapped out and tossed aside. Vincent continued to watch, his hips shifting continuously and Cid's hands fumbled over the button fly.

"Oh gods, Highwind, let go, let me do it." Vincent batted Cid's hands away and slid off his lap. Cid took the moment to pull off his jacket and shirt in one swift action, before watching Vincent undress. He bent down; legs spread; unbuckling his boots, looking back at Cid from between his legs.

The pilot clutched the chair, staring at the tantalising sight that swayed in front of him. He licked his suddenly dry lips. "Fuck."

"In a moment," Vincent said in a hushed voice. He pulled off his boots and shimmied out of his pants, before turning back around.

Cid gazed over the scarred skin, not all that different from his own beaten hide in that, and fixed his eyes on the swollen flesh between the long legs.

Vincent smiled slightly and looked at Cid. "This will be hard if one of us is still dressed."

"Get yer fuckin' arse back over here, Valentine." Cid patted his lap, pausing long enough to unzip his pants. Vincent's eyes flickered to the action and he came back over, once again straddling Cid's lap.

Cid skimmed his hands over the pale skin again, rubbing strong thighs and squeezing. "Fuck, yer so hot, Valentine. I wish we'd thoughta this sooner."

"Less talk, more action." Vincent kissed Cid again, pushing him back into the chair hard. His hands fumbled below Cid's pants, reaching inside to work with the boxers.

Cid started swearing as a cool hand grabbed him, manoeuvring his erection free of the cloth. Vincent grinned slightly and slid off Cid's knees again, onto the ground.

"Valentine?"

"I am not doing this completely dry. I'm not that stupid." He licked his lips. "And I'm not going to go find something, I want this now."

Cid was going to agree, but Vincent's lips wrapped around the head of erection, so his statement came out a half cried "Fuck, god, yes," instead.

Eyes lowered, Vincent worked the hard flesh for a few moments, his tongue lashing around to make sure that the skin was slick. He pulled off just as fast, licking his lips slightly. "Hmm... maybe after all this we can do this again... more thoroughly."

Cid's eyes went wide, but Vincent had pounced back on him and was sucking on his tongue again. He kissed back, slipping his hands over the soft thighs.

With an impatient wriggle, Cid was brought back to reality. He slid a hand under his partner and groped until he found what he was looking for.

He brought his other hand to Vincent's lips, pushing his thumb into his mouth. The brunette sucked it happily, giving a disappointed whimper when Cid pulled it out again.

He pushed his thumb down then up, moving his other hand back up to Vincent's hip. Vincent bit his lower lip and grabbed at Cid's shoulder with one hand.

An extremely kinky thought ran through Cid's head. "Valentine?"

Vincent groaned and looked down. "What now?"

"Get yer gauntlet."

Raising an eyebrow, Vincent leant back to grab it. Cid held his waist so he didn't over balance, helping him sit back up again, clutching the metal. "And?"

"Put it on, what the fuck else?" Cid slid his thumb back and Vincent whimpered. "Humour me."

With a small curse, Vincent pulled the metal gauntlet on, pushing his hips down on Cid's hand. Cid grinned and shoved upwards, circling his thumb until Vincent managed to get his gauntlet back on. The gold was a rich contrast the pale skin, cold and hard against soft and warm.

Finally, Vincent looked back at him. "Happy, Highwind?"

Cid shrugged. "Not quite yet." He grabbed his erection; resisted the urge to linger; and guided himself to where his thumb was. He pulled out the thumb and pushed the very tip against the tight hole. "You better be fucking okay with what we've used. I don't wanna be stopping when ya can't fucking relax." The rough words were hiding a genuine concern for his partner's well being.

"Save it, Highwind." Vincent pushed downwards, forcing the head past the tight muscles with a heated purr. "This is fine."

Cid groaned as Vincent forced himself down further. His thighs were trembling slightly, Cid tightened his grip on the narrow waist. "Fuck, yeah. Yer damn tight, Valentine. Fuck."

"Do you ever shut up?" Vincent growled between his teeth. He slid his arms back around Cid's neck and pushed himself down with a hard shove. Cid swore as the tight heat engulfed him totally.

For a few moments, they paused. Vincent was breathing hard, his chest pressed to Cid's face. Cid licked at the nearest nipple, teasing it for a second. Vincent sighed happily and leant into the caress, leaning his face against Cid's hair.

"Fuck. You all right, Valentine?"

"Hm." Vincent shifted slightly. "God, you're so hard." He squeezed slightly and Cid made a choking sound. "Hm, good." He rocked a bit, shifted and drew his clawed fingers over Cid's face and down his chest, leaning back to do so. "So, the claw turns you on."

Cid groaned as the sharp tips pushed at his nipple. "God, shit."

"I'll take that as a yes." Vincent left red welts with his fingers. "Mm, that's better." He moved the clawed hand to the chair, leaving the other on Cid's shoulder. "I don't want to put my fingers through your shoulder."

Cid opened his mouth to reply but Vincent stuck his tongue in there again and raised himself up, slamming back down.

Both of their screams were muffled by the kiss. Vincent pulled away again, tipping his head back.

Roughly, the gunman started fucking himself on Cid. His hips came up and down, crashing with almost brutal force. Cid gritted his teeth and just clutched Vincent's hips, gasping each time Vincent slammed back down onto his lap.

The bridge was silent except for their moans and gasps and the slap of flesh on flesh. Vincent shifted each thrust just slightly until he pushed down and gave a loud cry.

Cid grinned and pushed up into the next shove down, adding leverage to their frantic thrusting. Vincent wailed again as Cid's rough stubble brushed his chest, his lips latching onto a nipple as it moved past.

"Highwind... Cid, touch me, please." Vincent didn't slow his movements, but his gaze turned to Cid's. "Now."

One hand reached to the weeping flesh, wrapping around it. Vincent shuddered and paused for a second, Cid bit his lip.

With a hard slam, Vincent took off again, his head tossing as breathy cries escaped his lips. Cid tried to keep his strokes in pace with the thrusts, but it was hard, the clench was increasing as Vincent got closer to coming.

The pleasure was growing so intense it was almost painful. Cid bucked up into Vincent, biting his lip hard for a second. "Fuck, you better be ready to fucking come, Valentine, I can't fucking keep this up."

The hot lips pressed to his again, their tongues tangling. Vincent's erection twitched seconds before he came, tearing his mouth from Cid's as he howled his completion. His muscles all tightened and Cid felt his orgasm pulled from him by those clenching muscles.

He pushed upwards, pulsing into Vincent's already relaxing body. The brunette slumped onto Cid's shoulder, his lips pressing lazy open mouthed kisses to the junction of Cid's neck and shoulder.

Cid wrapped his hands around Vincent's waist, trying to slow his breathing. The other man gave a slow laugh and wriggled a little. "That was good."

The blonde nodded and reached back to the control panel. He picked up his lighter, pulling a cigarette from the pack under his goggles.

He took a long drag and sank further into the chair, reaching with his other hand to rub Vincent's curving buttocks.

Vincent sighed and took the cigarette from Cid's fingers, taking a slow drag. Cid stared and accepted it back mutely.

"I used to smoke. Didn't feel the need when I got out of the coffin." Vincent leant in close and sighed. "If we're going to die tomorrow, might as well get hooked again."

Cid grinned. "I think I can die a happy man, Valentine. Best fuck I've had."

Vincent sat up and smiled, prying his fingers from the chair. The metal released the claws eventually; he tossed the gauntlet aside and bent down to slowly kiss Cid.

They kissed languidly for a few minutes until Cid leant back. "Fuck, I need sleep." He slid his hands under Vincent's legs and stood up, taking the other man with him.

Vincent gave a cry of surprise and wrapped his legs around Cid's waist. His arms tightened on the sturdy neck and he gave a short laugh. "I assume we're sleeping in the captain's cabin then. What about our clothes?"

"Get 'em tomorrow. Before the others get here." Cid started towards his cabin.

"And the holes in the pilot's chair?" Vincent pointed with one finger. Cid craned his neck to look at the chair.

He looked up at Vincent, who looked back down at him. He smiled and continue out. "Let 'em wonder."

Vincent's laugh echoed through the cold metal halls all the way to the cabin.