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A Night in Gold Saucer	By : Nimmy Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 850 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Night in Gold Saucer
- 1
Kiddies, don’t read this. It’ll burn the skin off yer eyes.

Warning: BLATANT PORN.

Rating: L E M O N (in big shiny
letters)
Pairing: CidxVincent
/ VincentxCid (who the fuck else?)
Genre: PWP (although it slots
nicely into my other CxV fic
if the fancy takes you)
Yuffentine
probability rating: -100, 000, 000%
Mary-sue count: none
Fluff percentage: 6.3%
Butt-sex percentage: 87%
Plot percentage: 6.7%
Heterosexual/canon/socially
acceptable pairings: none
Gratuitous Chocobo
references: Yes
“Thrust” word count: 18
Llamas: N/A

Note: This ficlet
is not meant to be serious in any way. At all.
Completely tongue in cheek. Or tongue in ass, if we’re talking about rimming. Which we ain’t. (Cid: “Hey!! I ain’t sticking my fucking
tongue in NO ONE’s ass, you freak!”) That’s right.
That’s in those OTHER kind of fics. Yeah, you know
the one I’m talking about. I know you read it. You liked it, too, didn’t you?
You dirty bugger.

On with the shameless dirty sex!

“Hey, misery!”
Vincent turned his head a fraction. Somehow he knew – to his
slight vexation – that the rough voice was referring to him.
“Can I help you?” Vincent murmured,
turning his head back to the gun he was modifying.
“Yeah, you can help me – where the fuck is my HP Plus materia? I swear I saw you pick it up in the inn!”
Vincent sighed. “The purple materia
I picked up – was a Chocobo lure. Cloud asked for
it.” A cold smirk crossed the gunman’s pale face. “Lost it again, Cid?”
Cid grunted, hands on hips. “The fuck, have I lost it!” He
growled through a cloud of cigarette smoke. He reached up and scratched his
stubble-covered jaw. “That dumbass fucking ninjo-whatever the fuck she calls herself little asswipe prob’ly took it…”
“Then why are you here asking me for it? I believe she’s inside.” Vincent made a slight gesture
with his raven-haired head towards the inn. He was sitting outside the Corel
inn after dark, loosening the hammer in the Lariat; which had jammed earlier
that day, and filing down the grip and side rails for extra comfort and to
prevent further jamming.
Cid looked down at the various gun modification tools laid
out by the tall stoic’s side, feeling a little awed at Vincent’s complete
mastery of his craft.
“Well, I just thought…” Cid trailed off, looking at Barret who was standing a little way off; looking intense
as he gazed out over Corel. Or rather, the collection of mis-matched
shanty houses and tents that housed the remainder of old Corel’s citizens.
Hell, everybody got their own problems, don’t they.
“Thought what?”
Vincent’s deep, smooth tone cut through Cid’s train of
thought and he snapped his attention back onto Vincent who was looking up at
him from his seated position.
Hell, those blood-like eyes were scary sometimes…
“Hey, quit givin’ me the eyeball,
you’re givin’ me the chills!”
Vincent lowered his gaze back to his gun and continued
working. Cid swore he saw the tiniest bit of a smirk on that white face.
“You were saying, Cid…”
“Uh… yeah…” Cid watched Barret
heave his massive shoulders in a sigh then slowly walk back to the inn. “I was,
uh… saying…” He said distractedly, watching closely as Barret
shut the inn door with a click. He turned his head back to Vincent, who was
also watching Barret leave the scene. He then looked
up at Cid and smiled darkly.
“Yanno..”
Cid huffed as he sat down heavily next to Vincent. “I thought he’d never fuckin’
leave…” He grinned and pulled Vincent, still with that wicked smirk, into a
deep, hard kiss.
It lasted some time, both taking in what air they could as
their open mouths crushed together almost violently, gripping at each other feverishly.
Cid’s hands got lost in thick tangles of midnight
black hair, Vincent’s clawed metal finger sliding down
Cid’s back. Cid shuddered as the hair stood up at the back of his neck..
Cid broke off at last, gasping for air as one that’d just
come up from a cold, deep pool.
“We can’t… here…” He managed between breaths. “Someone
could…”
“You’re right…” Vincent agreed. He looked up at the ropeway
station across town. “The Gold Saucer…” He said slowly.
“Perfect,” Cid grunted as he stood up quickly. “Forget this
stuff for now, c’mon…” He said, nudging Vincent’s gun and equipment with his
foot before leading Vincent off enthusiastically towards the ropeway.

*

The pair arrived in the Gold Saucer and glanced around at
the various chutes, thoughts running fast and electric through them.
“Hey,” Vincent stood face to face with Cid, his heated red
glare boring down into Cid’s eyes with baleful fire.
Cid gulped. That stare… he couldn’t figure out whether it
turned him on or scared the hell out of him. He found himself staring back up
at the tall gunman, speechless.
“There’s a play going on in Event
Square… Want to see it… first?” He murmured in a
tone that was at once seductive and sinister.
Cid felt chills running down his spine. “A
play? Um… I dunno, I went to a play once in Midgar
when I was a trainee – I fell asleep!”
Vincent’s mouth twitched into the faintest of smiles, his
eyes still fiery. “Really?” He murmured, bending close
to Cid’s ear. Cid shivered. “You won’t fall asleep in this one, I promise you…”
With that promise at the front of his thoughts, he started
off with Vincent in the direction of the Event Square.

“Pray, sir Knight! Do not draw thy sword in the presence of
a lady!”
“Peace, peace, my lords! Quarrel thee not, ‘tis but a simple
matter! I’faith, cease thy dogged dispute!”
The words of the play washed in and out of Cid’s ears with a
far away, echoing quality. He couldn’t have focused on them if he wanted to; he
was finding it hard to keep his teeth gritted tight together to stop any
involuntary noises coming out.
His breathing hard and tight, he looked down at the raven
head smoothly rising and falling in his lap, finding it very difficult not to
groan.
The theatre was dark like a cinema, except for the lights
focused on the ever-buzzing stage. Safe in the darkest back row, Vincent had
taken liberties with Cid’s unresisting body.
“…Ngh…” Cid shivered, letting out
a long shuddering breath as long black hair fleetingly tickled his bared skin.
Hot, moist lips traced burning arcs across his flesh;
he dazedly stared down with eyes half lidded at the one who was subjecting him
to such dizzying pleasure, straight into those sinister red eyes that smirked
wickedly up at him as the lips and teeth below them continued driving him insane.
His trembling hands tangled
themselves into midnight black hair and he moaned breathily, his hips lifting, skin
burning like crimson fire, the blood in his veins blazing and thumping in his
ears. Vincent saw Cid begin to crest the waves of pleasure and took the
opportunity to crank up his efforts – he closed his lips tight around Cid and
drove his head down hard, enveloping almost all of him in searing, blood-hot
ecstasy.
Cid’s back arched and he opened
his mouth, letting out a savage groan despite himself as he came with a deep
shudder that wracked his entire body.
His head fell back heavily against
the seat, chest rising and falling fast as he tried to regain his breath and
his wits. Luckily for him, there was a rather clamorous fight scene going on in
the play as he’d let his voice get the better of him.
Vincent smoothly slid back into
his seat and re-fastened Cid’s zip and belt for him, his hand lingering perhaps
more than what would have been usual.
“Christ, where the hell did you
learn to do that?” Cid whispered,
still in the process of composing himself.
Vincent smirked. “Well… I see you
didn’t fall asleep during this
performance.” He ran gentle fingers over Cid’s jaw.
Cid shivered and grabbed the
extended hand, placing a rough kiss against pale, slender fingers. “Don’t think
I’m fuckin’ done with you yet, buddy!” He growled,
looking Vincent dead on in the eye.
Vincent returned the lusty gaze.
“Is that a threat?” He ventured.
“A promise.” Cid corrected.
“I should think so. I haven’t had
my fun yet…” Vincent purred. “Come. I think this place has outlived its
novelty…”
Cid grinned as the pair stood up.
“So, where next?”
*
The Gondola followed the graceful
curving of the track, taking its passengers around the entire Gold Saucer and
showcasing its breath-taking sights.
“Wow… pretty nice view up here,
huh..?” Cid murmured in Vincent’s ear.
“Hnh… nh…” Vincent replied hazily, his eyes closed to whatever
scenery Cid was talking about.
Cid chuckled to himself, running
his lips over the whorls of Vincent’s ear slowly.
The gunman was sat in between
Cid’s legs on the wide bench, his back resting against the pilot’s chest and
his head lolling onto Cid’s shoulder. Cid ran his fingers through the long soft
hairs at the back of Vincent’s neck; his other hand had already slid down the
front of Vincent’s trousers just after the Gondola had departed and was presently
making itself very busy down there.
“Hey, Vince?” Cid asked thoughtfully. Vincent moaned as Cid dragged his
finger roughly but very slowly up the underside of Vincent’s hardness. “Do you
think we should go to Chocobo square after this?” He
ran his finger back down again and fondled the base before squeezing his hand
around it tight. “I feel like taking risks tonight…” His tightly closed fist
slid up and down Vincent’s shaft slowly at first before it began to pump
rhythmically. Vincent’s only response was various gasped exclamations and
moans.
Cid shook his head, grinning as
Vincent began to lift and buck his hips into Cid’s hand. “I dunno.
I just can’t get a coherent word from you, can I?”
Vincent’s reply was to cry out and
arch his back, coating Cid’s hand with pearly white stickiness. “..Oh God..!!”
“Darn – I guess I wasn’t paying
enough attention, huh? Hehe…” He waited until Vincent
had calmed down enough before slowly drawing his hand out from Vincent’s pants.
With his other hand he fished about in his jacket pocket for a tissue and
cleaned the mess from his hand first then any remaining on Vincent’s still
heaving stomach.
“You’ll… pay for that…” Vincent
hissed in Cid’s ear.
Cid grinned broadly and caught
Vincent’s mouth in a slow, lazy kiss. “I’m sure I will.” He said at last when
they broke off.
The Gondola landed and came
rattling up the runway to the kiosk just as the pair had straightened their clothes
out and had got ready to leave the little cabin.
“Enjoy the ride, sirs?” The girl
asked politely as they alighted.
Cid gave her a wicked smile. “Hell
– he sure did!” He pointed at Vincent with his thumb.
Vincent felt himself heat up in
the face slightly as the girl gave Cid a bemused look.
“Enough! Come on, Highwind…”
Vincent murmured, stalking off in the direction of Chocobo Square.
Cid gave a hearty laugh and
followed him at a trot.
*
“Here, we’ll bet on that Joe dude
– he never fuckin’ loses!”
Vincent nodded his agreement,
although his mind was not on the bet. He gave Cid a lingering look before
approaching the betting desk, running through his options of what to do to Cid
once they reached the Hotel.
He stood at the desk, looking up
at the Choco-Vision screen as his wager was
processed. It was then that he felt Cid’s presence behind him… and to his
surprise he felt Cid’s groin press gently against his behind.
“Gee… I wonder how far we’ll get?” Cid murmured next to Vincent’s ear. Vincent shivered as
Cid’s rock-hard groin ground against his rear end suggestively. He didn’t know
whether Cid was referring to the race…or something else.
Vincent risked a look around the
room, a little worried by Cid’s boldness – but they were the only ones except
for the security man who was facing the way out, and the girl at the computer
who was busy registering for the upcoming race. He smiled.
“Well…” he breathed back to Cid
under the blare of the constant Gold Saucer music. “We’ll just have to see,
won’t we?” He reached back and grabbed Cid’s crotch, squeezing only briefly
before turning back to the girl at the computer.
“Fuck you..!” Cid
growled, frustrated but in good humour.
Vincent smiled faintly. “All in good time, Highwind.”
Cid cackled softly and released
Vincent as the girl finished her business.
*
The moment Cid slammed the hotel
room door shut behind him Vincent slammed him against the wood, claiming his
lips possessively in a crushing and desperately ardent kiss.
Cid gripped Vincent’s hair tight
in his fists as he returned the kiss with equal ferocity, a groan lost in
Vincent’s hot mouth as the gunman ground his hips hard against Cid’s; a blazing
heat spreading between them as their groins crushed against each other.
Cid finally managed to push
himself away from the door, struggling against Vincent’s frightening strength
and was somehow able to crash them into a table, almost knocking it over. He
forced Vincent back onto the flat wooden surface, knocking off a bowl of Pot-Pourri as he tried to pin Vincent’s arms above his head.
Frail though Vincent seemed; his frame hid a power that was potentially
terrifying.
Vincent allowed himself to be
pinned for the time being as he thrust his tongue into Cid’s mouth, tasting the
pilot’s smoky depths and running his tongue along his lips. Cid tore open
Vincent’s cloak with scant regard for any damage he inflicted upon the red
cloth. He tossed it aside and hungrily set to work on Vincent’s black shirt;
Vincent responded in kind by jerkily ripping open Cid’s pants.
Cid broke away breathlessly from
Vincent’s assaulting mouth for a second: “Hey, wait up!” He grinned. “I’m still
on yer shirt!”
Vincent ignored his feeble
request. “Hurry up then, Highwind…” His eyes glittered malignantly before he
regained Cid’s mouth, biting at the pilot’s swollen lips with sharp teeth that
Cid didn’t know the dark man had.
Cid found himself a little shocked
at Vincent’s… intensity. His sexuality!
Of course, Cid hadn’t expected some delicate shrinking violet; some gentle
little flower – but on the other hand he hadn’t expected this horny animal that
was tearing at his clothes in a frenzy and biting his neck a little harder than
Cid found comfortable. Cid was just glad that he was on top… for now. He gulped
at the thought of it being the other way around.
Cid dragged Vincent’s pants down
his slender thighs and was about to get into position when Vincent suddenly
pushed him hard, sending him flying onto his backside on the floor, pants round
his ankles. He grunted as he hit the floor, but any further vocal outburst was
silenced by Vincent throwing himself on top of him, forcing Cid’s back down
flush against the rug whilst he straddled the pilot – pants gone, but open
shirt still hanging off his pale slim shoulders – and before Cid could even
make a sound Vincent raised himself up a little and drove his weight down onto
Cid’s aching erection.
“Jeezis—fucking Christ--- ugh!” Cid exclaimed at the sudden, all-enveloping tight hot
muscle consumed him; squeezing him hard.
Vincent let out a shuddering gasp,
a slow smile on the pale face that was partially obscured by a curtain of raven
hair. Without another word he raised up again before re-impaling himself on
Cid.
Cid croaked out a groan as Vincent
set himself a slow, deliberate rhythm. He looked up at the tall dark haired man
as his body grew ever hotter. Vincent looked incredibly erotic as he lost
himself in the movement; eyebrows drawn tight, lips slightly parted, tossing
his hair back if it fell into his face and moaning, moaning… Cid grabbed
Vincent’s arms and pulled the gunman forward onto his chest to be closer to
him. Vincent cried out at the sudden change of angle, his spine arching as Cid
took over the rhythm and thrust up into that welcoming heat; hitting Vincent’s
sweet spot easier than before .
Vincent gasped, and groaned a
little at each thrust -- a heat began to buzz at the base of Vincent’s spine
and crept up his back like a winding serpent, spreading fire as it shot up to
his brain. “Cid – I’m – gnh-!!”
Finally he threw his head back and
wailed with pleasure as orgasm exploded in his mind and shredded it into
white-hot pieces.
He lay forward on Cid’s body,
panting and writhing languidly as the last tingles of sensation faded away.
Cid grunted, trying to buck his
hips – Vincent had climaxed but he himself had not; he tried in vain to thrust
but Vincent was no longer cooperating and was just being a dead weight on his
chest.
“Goddamnit…”
Cid cursed. “Fuck, Vin! Get the hell offa
me so I can screw you some more!”
Vincent chuckled softly and slowly
raised himself off Cid, before sitting himself on the table they had occupied
earlier. “Glad to hear it.” He teased, still breathless.
Cid heaved himself off the floor
with a grunt. “Jesus… you’re such a fuckin’ animal!”
Vincent tossed his hair. “And I
thought you’d be the animal.” Vincent
offered that same hell-fire gaze; lustful and somewhat intimidating. “Afraid I
might break if you’re too rough?”
Cid grinned and got closer,
grabbing Vincent’s chin with a calloused hand. “You like it rough, huh? I’ll
show you who’s rough, buddy…” He forced Vincent into a hard and seething kiss,
forcing the gunman’s jaw open he thrust his tongue into the hot, wet space.
Vincent closed his eyes, enjoying the rough touch and letting his excitement
build. Vincent was surprising himself with his own raw sexuality.
Cid grunted as Vincent’s claw hand
shot out and grabbed his behind; squeezing almost enough to break the skin. Cid
pulled back from the hungry kiss to hiss a few curses. “Fuck! That fucking
hurts, Valentine!!”
“Then teach me a lesson.” Vincent hissed back, his blood eyes aflame
with lust. He shocked himself again, but soon forgot the notion as Cid yanked
him around and pressed him down so he was bent across the table, his shoulders
pinned by Cid’s strong hands. Vincent said nothing, but his breath came out in
a low hiss of anticipation.
“This better?” Cid murmured, rubbing his
hardness slowly and deliberately against Vincent’s behind.
“You could do worse, I suppose…”
Vincent regarded him over his shoulder with one glittering red eye.
“Y’know… I can’t remember you ever
giving me this much lip before…” Cid grabbed Vincent’s
hair and pulled it hard, making Vincent’s head lift up and rear back with a cry
as he entered him roughly. Vincent tensed immediately with the shock, and the sudden
tightness of Vincent’s body made Cid’s head spin.
The pilot shook his head to
recover himself and began to shove roughly into Vincent who gave satisfactory noise
with each fierce thrust. Cid wound Vincent’s hair around his fist tighter, continuing
his barrage as he gasped in Vincent’s ear, his hot breath making Vincent shiver
despite the heat that was coursing like electricity through his veins. He
snaked his free hand under Vincent and gripped his erection, starting to work
it hard in time with his own thrusts.
“Hard.. enough… for ya?” Cid grunted, breathing in Vincent’s heated
scent and relishing in the fine sheen of sweat that was starting to bead all
over his face, neck and body.
Vincent moaned, writhing under
Cid’s grip. “… G-God…” He could do nothing but choke out half words as he felt
the climax starting to rise again; Cid’s hard shaft was slamming into his sweet
spot with relentless ferocity. He was helpless as the world began to fade out
and explode into whiteness again as he came hard with another wail of ecstasy.
This time Cid had the freedom to
continue thrusting into that white-hot tightness – he sped up, feeling the end
was close. He slid rapidly in and out of Vincent, who was gasping with shock at
each impact, still coming down from his climax – Cid groaned. Even just the
sounds were – were – just too much, too –
The earth made a 360-spin as he
toppled over the edge and orgasmed with intensity,
his hips bucking jerkily as he shot hot fluid into his partner.
“OhFUCK..!!” Cid exclaimed tightly, rocking his hips and riding the
tremors as they began to subside.
Cid eventually pulled out and his
ass landed back on the floor again with a thump. “Jesus Christ…” He breathed,
reaching for the pack of cigs in his goggle strap only to realise the goggles
weren’t there. He cursed duly.
Vincent was still as breathless as
Cid as he slumped down next to him, wrapping his arms loosely about the pilot’s
waist. “That was…” He started, trailing off when he couldn’t come up with a
suitable word.
Cid grunted,
a grin on his unshaven face. “Yeah, it was!” He ran a hand through the hair
hanging over Vincent’s face, affectionately tucking it behind his ear. “Fuck,
Vin. I didn’t know you had a streak like that in ya…”
Vincent smiled, almost sheepishly.
“Me neither. I’ve never had… quite an experience like it…” He sighed, and
looked at the mess in the room. “We certainly went wild.”
“Y’mean
YOU went wild! I didn’t have a lot of choice!” Cid chuckled. “You can be kinda
persuasive!”
“Well, next time…” Vincent smiled
and leaned into Cid. “We’ll keep it in bed. Okay?”
“Sounds like an invitation…” Cid
smiled, glancing at the as-yet-unvisited bed.
Vincent’s eyes glittered at him.
“Well, I suppose the night is still young…”
Cid chuckled and his arms wound around the gunman tighter as
he kissed him amorously.
“You’re as bad as me, Highwind…” Vincent whispered between
kisses.
“No shit!” Cid grunted, relishing Vincent’s taste.
Cid gripped Vincent under the arms and dragged him upright,
moving his kisses to Vincent’s jaw. Vincent smiled faintly and kept hold of the
pilot, gradually moving them over to the king-size bed.
They toppled over and bounced once on the mattress, hands
running anywhere and everywhere. Vincent rolled on top of Cid and ran his
tongue up his throat.
Cid shivered. “You’re a dirty bastard, you know that?” He
murmured as Vincent’s hand groped him unashamedly between the legs.
Vincent ignored it, smiling. “Is it my turn now?” He
whispered in Cid’s ear; hot breath giving him goosebumps.
Cid felt a flash of mild panic at Vincent’s whispered
question, but shrugged casually under Vincent’s weight. “You want to, you go
for it.”
Vincent laughed softly. “You sound eager.” He ran a hand up
Cid’s thigh, scoring his butt with his fingernails.
Cid’s heart was pounding as Vincent entwined himself between
the pilot’s legs. He wasn’t really used to this,
he wondered how painful it was gonna be – but he took some small encouragement
from Vincent’s earlier reactions.
“I’ll be gentle with you, chief.” Vincent smirked.
“Hah! You, gentle?!”
“I could be gentle if I wanted…” Vincent pressed his
hardness against Cid’s entrance. Cid swallowed hard. “Yeah, I’d like to see—ngh!” Cid was cut off with a shocked grunt as Vincent
pushed himself in all the way.
“Jesus-FUCK… that stings!” Cid
grunted through gritted teeth.
“Oh… shut up…” Vincent gasped with a half smile as he slowly
pulled back only to thrust again.
“Pah!” Cid’s breath exploded from
his lips. “Telling me… to fucking shut up..! .. Jesus Christ, you said you’d
be… gentle—ARGH!”
Vincent thrust again, hard. “I’m … sorry…” He gasped.
Cid raised his legs higher over Vincent’s dampened back,
trying to ease the discomfort. “Fucking… liar…” He ground out.
“Here…” Vincent grabbed Cid’s legs and rested them on his
shoulders, leaning back a little. “Better…?” He thrust a few times in this new
position, and stroked something electric within Cid’s body.
Cid moaned out load, his body jerking at the sudden shock of
pleasure. “Holy fuckin’ hell… now
that’s what I’m talkin’ bout! There, like
that!”
Vincent slipped into a comfortable rhythm, his breathing
becoming faster. “Like… that..? Nn…”
Cid’s sweet spot was being steadily hit with each lunge, he felt his face grow hot again. “Hell yeah…” Cid’s
eyes closed, he licked his dry lips as he worked with Vincent in a hypnotic
rhythm – he wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
Vincent had been drawn in to the rhythm completely and began
to pump his hips harder, faster – his hands tightened around Cid’s damp skin,
his breathing short.
Cid kept his eyes closed, leaning his head back into the
quilt covers and trying to hold on to coherent thought as the electricity
shooting along his nerve endings began to gather like storm clouds in his
brain. Vincent’s washboard stomach was gently stroking Cid’s hardness with each
forward thrust and it was making it increasingly difficult for Cid to hold on.
He had to beat Vincent! “Harder…” He growled, goading Vincent into losing
himself.
Vincent obliged only too quickly and began to slam his
thrusts with some force, groaning at the thrill it gave him. His midnight black hair was beginning to stick to
his face and chest due to the sheen of perspiration that was beading into
little droplets all over them.
Cid moaned thickly – his plan was backfiring, as the harder,
faster thrusts were bringing him closer to orgasm than Vincent.
He gritted his teeth, breath hissing out as he fisted his
hands in the increasingly-tangled covers. He was so hot… the heat was actually
tangible in the air. Burning heat was pulsing through his body, his hips were
rising to meet Vincent’s rhythm of their own will – he was going over the edge,
he could feel it - his breathing involuntarily gained voice as he began to moan
with the force of orgasm.
Vincent choked out something intelligible as he climaxed a
split second after Cid - hips jerking spasmodically, head thrown back.
“Oh God..!!” Vincent cried.
Cid’s head slumped to the side, his breath gradually
regaining some regularity. He regarded Vincent with a lazy eye, watching the
gunman run a hand through his raven hair in some attempt to compose himself.
“Y’know…” Cid breathed. “I came so many times tonight I’m not gonna have
anything left in my spuds for a fuckin’ month…”
Vincent gave a breathless chuckle and carefully extricated
himself from the tangled mix of Cid and bed sheet before lying next to the
pilot, spooned up against his side. “Come on, Cid. You can’t mean I’ve tired
you out completely?”
Cid laughed in feigned shock. “Hah! If the guy expects more outta me tonight he’s gonna be very lucky!”
Vincent smiled, biting along Cid’s ear and jaw
affectionately. “Well then, if the chief is all tuckered out, maybe we should
take a nap before round two?”
Cid turned his head to look at him, shock etched on his
rugged face. “Round two? You mean all this… on the
gondola, in the theatre, on the floor, the table and just now here on the bed –
was all ROUND FUCKING ONE?! Jesus fucking Christ, what are you – a rabbit?!”
Vincent turned his head away, although he was smiling
faintly. “Well, I’ll understand if you don’t want to…”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Cid stopped him.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to, but –
y’know…
fuck, Vin. You can’t expect an old geezer like me to keep this up for
that long.”
Vincent smiled. “Old geezer? You’re
thirty two. I’m almost twice your age.”
“Oh please.” Cid looked around anxiously. “Hey, did you see
where my cigs went?”

*

Warm, blissful drifting.
Peace….
Comfort…
Warm….
“Highwind, wake up!”
A cold metal hand shaking Cid’s bare shoulder brought the
pilot out of blissful sleep with an unpleasant start.
“Who-wha-thefuckin’… Fuck?!” Cid
asked blearily, his unfocused eyes recognising a red, black and white blob as
Vincent’s face.
“It’s almost 7am,
we have to get ready and head back to Corel. Cloud said they were going to
leave at eight. Come on, up. Shower.” Vincent’s weight
left the bed and a towel was thrown as a replacement, landing square in Cid’s
confused and sleepy face.
“Heey…” Cid gurgled. “You fuck me
senseless until all hours of the mornin’ then drag me
outta bed in the middle of the night… what is this,
the military!?” Cid yelled after Vincent’s retreating form.
Grumbling, cursing and muttering incoherently under his
breath, Cid rolled out of the comfortable bed and managed to wrap his foot in a
sheet and fell over sideways with a suitable thump.
“Of all the FUCKING…” Cid angrily tore the sheet off his
foot and stood up, rubbing at his back. “Where the fuck are my—“ Cid was cut off by a pack of cigarettes being thrown at
his chest from the bathroom doorway. “…thanks.”
Once he’d lit a cigarette and taken a few much-needed drags,
he ventured into the steam-filled bathroom.
“Y’know, when the folks here clean the room after we’ve
gone…” he called to the occupied shower over the sound of the water. “I hope
they don’t find anything… uh… y’know…” He stubbed out
his cig in the sink, rinsing the ash with the tap before tossing the stub into
a waste basket.
Just then a hand reached out of the shower and dragged him
inside.
“Whoa!!”
He bumped into a very wet Vincent, who smiled evilly at him.
“Christ, you could’ve warned me, I might have been dressed
or s--” He was cut off by another of Vincent’s searing, sensual kisses.
“Not again! What the hell’s up with you – you on heat or somethin’?” Cid asked, exasperated.
“Shut up…” Vincent whispered, wrapping his arms around Cid’s
firm back and closing in for another kiss.
“I thought… we had to get back..?” Cid panted when he
managed to escape Vincent’s lips.
“We’ve got time… for one more…” Vincent murmured and hooked
a leg around, rubbing the inside of his thigh against the outside of Cid’s.
Cid shook his head. “You’re one horny beast. And I ain’t talkin’ about your limit break…” He pressed Vincent against
the wall of the shower, Vincent’s fingers curling at the back of Cid’s neck.
Cid figured there didn’t need to be any preamble considering
who he was dealing with, so got into position and
pressed up against Vincent’s entrance, pushing forward and sliding smoothly
into Vincent’s heat with one slick movement.
“Hunh….” Vincent made the barest
of noises and tightened his grip at the back of Cid’s neck, even as the pilot
groaned gently at the thrill of Vincent’s tightening body.
Vincent bucked his hips once to urge Cid to continue.
“C’mon…” He breathed into Cid’s ear, the water still hammering against them and
the steam filling the air.
Cid gripped under each of Vincent’s buttocks with his
toughened hands and supported Vincent’s weight as best he could whilst he set
himself a pace; allowing for Vincent’s hips to move in time, too. Vincent’s
hardness was pressing into Cid’s stomach, and was being rubbed from each side
as their bodies ground together under the hot water raining down on them.
Vincent gasped for air, tossing his slick wet hair as the
water ran down his face and into his open mouth. Cid pressed against him close,
kissing his soaked neck and tasting the water and the skin beneath it.
With a throaty growl, Cid hoisted Vincent’s hips up and
against the wall – Vincent folded his slender legs around Cid and gripped on to
support himself as Cid pushed him into the wall hard, hips thrusting with some
force as his need for release grew steadily.
Vincent hissed his approval at the increase in effort,
easily riding with Cid’s thrusts as they hit the right mark again and again. He
tightened his legs around Cid, his hardness pressed so
tight between them as they moved together it was as if Cid was intentionally
stimulating it; Vincent groaned, blinking the water out of his eyes before
finally giving up and closing them tight as his parted lips fell on Cid’s neck.
Bullets of pleasure and sensation were shooting from
Vincent’s nerve endings to his brain and he felt like this prolonged trip was
going to kill him at last. But he didn’t want it to stop, not ever… “Oh God…
more…” Vincent whispered between panting breaths. Cid’s firm, powerful body
pumped against him with all its might and Vincent drank it in deeply. His
fingers dug into Cid’s wet skin hard enough to hurt.
Cid groaned, lost in the motions but rapidly tiring. “I
can’t… take much more of this, Vin… ngh…”
“Please…” Vincent whispered, gasping for breath. “I’m—I’m--”
he opened his jaw and bit hard into Cid’s shoulder to stop himself
crying out – although muffled, a thin cry erupted from his throat, deepening as
he broke into a frighteningly intense orgasm. He threw his head back, releasing
Cid’s shoulder and allowing the water to run down his face and throat like a
rainstorm as he rode out the aftershocks. “God… oh…” His hands trembled as he
hung onto Cid’s body for dear life. A trail of Cid’s blood was quickly washed
away by the little rivers of water running down his face.
Cid groaned and pumped his hips impossibly hard as he too
reached climax, Vincent’s nails, teeth and claws temporarily painless as
adrenaline coursed through him and drove him to the end. “FUCK!!” He cried, his teeth clenched together as his body shuddered from
head to toe.
Vincent’s legs slipped from Cid’s waist and his feet hit the
tiled floor of the shower. He would have gone with them if Cid hadn’t been
holding on tight.
“Jesus Christ…” Cid gasped, his forehead resting against
Vincent. “Is that… finally it..? Are you done with me..?” There were small
teeth marks in his shoulder from the bite, what little blood there was had been
washed away.
Vincent ran his hands over Cid’s wet blond hair, smoothing
it back with a smile. “For now. I’ll give you a break
for a while, chief.”
Cid smiled back at him. “Good! Can we get out now? I’m getting
like a fuckin’ prune here! And fuck, you bit me hard…
it stings!”
Vincent said nothing in reply but slipped his arms around
Cid’s neck, nesting his chin on the pilot’s sturdy shoulder.
Cid chuckled. “Not comin’ over all
warm and fuzzy on me now, are ya?” He
said, although he returned the casual embrace. “After the last few hours or so,
that’s the last thing I’d expect of
ya!”
“No,” Vincent said, pulling back and stroking the back of
Cid’s neck, regarding Cid with one of his faint smiles. “But I think you’re the
only person that can make me feel… okay.”
Cid snorted as they vacated the shower cubicle and gravitated
towards towels and their various hastily discarded clothes. Cid found his
boxers on the hat stand. “Okay? That’s all? Don’t you mean I’m the only person
that can live up to your sexual demands and make you howl like a banshee?”
Vincent flashed Cid a wicked grin as he dragged his pants up
and fastened them. “That too.” He found his shirt near
the bed. “Although… I made you howl quite a bit as well.”
Cid blushed. “Uh, yeah, but no other fucker could do that to
me aside from you, y’hear? I ain’t no
fairy boy!”
Vincent walked over to Cid, fastening his cape. “Are you
saying that I am?” He looked down at the shorter blond man, mock serious. His
eyes twinkled with disguised mirth.
“No, no, that is I meant to say… uhh…
forget it.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Jeezis,
we sure are an odd couple.”
“Definitely.” Vincent agreed. “Who
would have thought it?” He buttoned up Cid’s shirt for him, dipping his face
for a quick bite at Cid’s neck before wandering off to find his headband.
Cid started at the nip, then
grinned, shaking his head. “Hey, what time is it, horny?”
Vincent grunted and looked at the clock on the bedside
table. “Oh…”
Cid blinked. “What?”
“It’s 8:05…”
Cid’s eyes widened. “Holy fuck!!
They woulda left five minutes ago! Hurry the fuck up,
batman! We gotta shoot, and quick!”
Vincent cuffed Cid lightly on the back of the head as he
hurried past to retrieve his metal shoes.

The pair finally got off the ropeway at a loping run at 8:15, sprinting toward the Corel inn.
“Oh shit…” Cid cursed, seeing no one there. He bent slightly
with his hands on his knees as he tried to regain his breath.
“Excuse me?” Vincent asked the old innkeeper. “Did you see
which way our companions went?”
The old man was rocking in a chair, making the chewing
motions of one with no teeth. “Headed towarn’ that
big lookin’ flyin’ thingy…”
He said, whittling a chunk off a piece of wood with a small knife. “’Bout ten
minutes ago now… said they couldn’t wait for ya…”
“Thank you very mu—CID!
WAIT!” Vincent sped after the hastily disappearing shouting and swearing pilot.
Vincent caught up with him at the Highwind itself, which was
about to take off; its propellers were whirring and the ladder had been pulled
up.
“NOOO! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH
MY SHIIIIP!!!” Cid screamed up into the wind, banging
his fists on the metal.
Vincent shook his head and gripped Cid under the arms,
making a gigantic leap beyond the ability of any normal man and they landed
safely on the deck of the Highwind. Vincent released Cid and stepped back. Cid
gaped at him with an open mouth. “Holy fuckin’ hell –
you ARE fuckin’ Batman, aincha!”
Vincent smiled grimly. “No. But thanks.”
Cid shook his head and lit a cigarette. “You give me the fuckin’ creeps sometimes.”
At that moment Cloud & co. rushed out onto the deck to
see what that red and blue screaming flash was that passed the big window. “Cid! Vincent! That was you?”
Cloud barely finished the question when Cid gripped him at
the collar and punched him in the face.
“Hey!!” Barret ran over and
restrained the smaller fuming pilot who was churning out eight swearwords per
second.
“Don’t FUCKING steal my fucking ship, you lil’ piece of shit!! I’ll kill ya!!” Cid screamed,
thrashing.
Vincent laid his claw on Cid’s shoulder, looking him in his
wild blue eyes. “Calm down.” He said evenly, and to everyone’s surprise Cid did
just that.
“But he touched my ship, Vin! My baby! He tried to fly it without me
there! He was just gonna take off!”
“Hey, you took off last night without a trace and didn’t
come back this morning… we thought you’d changed your minds and didn’t want to
come after all… you didn’t have to come back on the ship. I’m not making
anybody face Sephiroth if they don’t want to…” Cloud defended himself, rubbing
his jaw.
Cid stared at Cloud like he’d gone funny in the head. “What?
You’d think I’d just fuck off without my
ship? You think I’d leave her in the hands of you fools? Fuck no! I’d take
her with me if I decided to abandon your sorry ass! You lose me, you lose her
too!”
“Gee thanks…” Cloud muttered. Tifa
gave Cid an unsavoury look.
Yuffie ran over. “Gawd, you violent old man! Just
because you’re having a midlife crisis doesn’t mean you can go around trying to
kill people!”
Barret had to restrain Cid once
more.
“I swear I’ll get you, brat… you ain’t safe when you’re
asleep, y’know…” Cid muttered after Yuffie had left in a hurry.
“So where did you two go last night?” Cloud asked curiously.
“None of your goddamn business!”
Cid growled, lighting a cigarette.
Vincent sighed.
“Fine.” Said
Cloud. “But next time, tell us when you’re coming back – with the last
fight right ahead of us we don’t have time to wait around for you!”
Cid gave him a one-finger salute.
“Tch.”
Cloud shook his head and went back inside.
After everyone had left the deck except for Cid and Vincent,
the gunman approached him. “Cid, you were very rude to Cloud and the others…It
was uncalled for.”
Cid sighed, leaning on the rail. “Look, I just got
defensive, all right? I felt like he could see right into my head, like he knew
what we did last night. I know, I know, it’s stupid and I just got paranoid…”
He flicked some ash over the side. “And ‘sides…” He added under his breath. “He
tried to take my fuckin’ ship…”
“Come on.” Vincent tugged at his sleeve. “Let’s go to the
bridge, they’re probably waiting for you. Especially since you got so mad about
the ship…”
As they made their way to the bridge from the deck, Yuffie approached them from her usual spot. “Heeeey, it’s the love-birds!” She teased.
“Shut the fuck up, kid.” Cid growled.
“I bet I know what you
two got up to last night!” She laughed and started making thrusting
gestures with her hips, holding an imaginary bent-over partner. “Ooh, Vincent!
Ooh! Yes, yes, yes!”
Cid went bright red and clenched his fists. “Fuck you! You
got no idea what you’re talking about, you lil’
bitch!”
Vincent narrowed his eyes at Yuffie.
“You shouldn’t make fun of people. You could end up picking on the wrong person
and it could cost you dearly…”
“What, you think I’m making it up? Hehe…
guess where I was last night?” She grinned.
Cid went from reddened to white. “What?”
“I just could not sleep last night. And since we were near
to it I thought to myself… I know! I’ll take a ride up to the Gold Saucer, and
place a bet on a chocobo – and when I got there,
well. I saw an eeenteresting little exchange at the
betting desk. Need I say more? I saw you go into the hotel, too. Nyuk nyuk nyuk!”
“What the—we were just screwing around!! You
callin’ me gay, punk?!” Cid raged.
“Oh yeah, screwing
around! Screwing being the operative word, right? And, well…
I always thought that flight scarf was so
camp…” Yuffie flopped her wrist, grinning.
This time, Vincent had to restrain Cid.
“Cid! She’s not worth it!” He said
in the struggling pilot’s ear.
“Hell yeah, it’ll
be worth it! I’d face ten fucking Sephiroths right here’n now if it meant I could fuckin’ tear her puny head
off!!” Cid yelled.
Vincent sighed and closed his eyes. It was obvious that the
game was up. “All right…” He said to Yuffie. “So you
know.”
“WHAT!?” Cid stared at Vincent with
his trap hanging open.
“Cid, she knows. It’s childish and useless to keep denying
it.” He turned to Yuffie. “But… this is something you
must not speak about. Am I clear?”
Yuffie laughed. “Are you joking,
mister? This’s gonna be the
crazy gossip of the century!”
Vincent stepped very close to Yuffie
and stared down into her big brown eyes with a frighteningly inhuman darkness
burning in his blood red eyes. She was immediately intimidated and took a step
back only to realise she was against a wall. She gulped.
“U-umm…”
“Do not make an enemy of me, Miss Kisaragi.”
Vincent said very quietly, but his tone was a million times more dangerous than
Cid’s violent shouting. He rested his metal claw on the wall beside her head.
Her eyes darted onto it then back up to Vincent’s horrible stare. “You will
regret it forever.”
“O-okay… I-I was only joking!! L-like I’d actually tell anyone? For
real? No, no, of course not! Hehehe… hehe… please let me go now? …Please?!”
Yuffie stammered, her eyes
with a look of fear in them.
“As long as we understand one another…” Vincent took his
claw away from the wall and stepped back. Yuffie
immediately ran to the safety of the bridge as fast as she could. Vincent
watched her go.
“…you’re a fucking evil bastard.” Cid said flatly.
“Well, she won’t tell anybody now. I can guarantee it.”
Vincent smiled at Cid.
“How the hell did we ever wind up together…?” Cid mumbled as
he lit a fresh smoke.
“Because we’re attracted to each other?”
Vincent offered. “You have a certain rugged handsomeness about you…” Vincent
smirked.
Cid puffed on his cigarette, considering this. “Yeah… I mean
– sometimes you scare the fuckin’ hell outta me but then again… sometimes I like it…”
“Is that all?” Vincent asked, only a very slight hint of
disappointment in his voice. Cid grinned.
“Well… you can be a real turn-on. And, uh… you’re cute too.
But not in a gay way.”
“Of course.”
“And fucking hell – the best sex I ever had in my whole
life. I’d be mad to not be interested!”
“Yes.”
“And--” Cid paused, looked at Vincent and grinned. “Well.
You know what I’m getting’ at.”
Vincent smiled at him and squeezed his arm. “I think I do.”
He nodded towards the bridge. “Come on.”
They set off at a slow pace, wondering what the atmosphere
would be like in there.
“You know I love ya, Batman.”
“Yeah.”
“But not in a gay way.”
“Certainly.”
Neither of them noticed the small crown-wearing cat with a
tape-recorder sneaking behind them…

~ T H E E N D ~

*sniffles* My first ever proper
attempt at a yaoi lemon, never mind just for this
pairing. Feel the smex!
All you happy Cid/Vin fans out there,
give me some love! Review please, it’s how you
persuade me to write more as I’m a lazy bastard!
Dedicated to Nar.
(y’know, I was in two minds
whether to call this VinDickFic after all…)
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