The Two Weddings of Highwind

* warning: this is an old fanfic which I don't plan to change. Thus it keeps it typoes and grammical errors, etc. Its NOT to be Taken Seroius! Please.. don't.

The Two Weddings of Highwind
By Sailor Poison and Seraphim-Sephiroth


How can someone have weddings in the same week? For Highwind, anything is possible. But I am going ahead of myself! I shall take you back to time when Avalanche was fighting against ShinRa.

I shall start with why Cid got drunk this day. Cloud wanted to go check something out and decided to take Tifa and Barret. That left Cid with nothing immediate to do. Not that Cid was prone to be bored, but the pilot wanted to take a break from things. Got Yuffie’s classic farewell yelled to him.

Yuffie, “ Have fun, old man!”

Cid isn’t really all that old. In his early thirties, with soft blond hair and eyes the color of the sky itself. His coat was rather old, with patches from his air force career. The pilot was just desiring one thing: a cold beer.

Maybe that is where the trouble officially starts. As Cid was having one of many cold beers, someone of ShinRa walks into the bar. Who would this person be that was so special? The whore in red. Aka Scarlet!

Cid was well into several beers when she walked into the bar, To his defense, Scarlet is not an ugly woman to look upon. Her makeup was not too much for once. Her dress revealing flesh ever so right in a drunken mind. A woman who was fuck-able. She didn’t see Cid right away. The blond went about her business of sitting down on a stool and ordering a drink.

Cid watches her luscious red lips as she drinks her wine. Their eyes meet. Hers widen in shock. The pilot winks back in a drunkish way. Maybe in moment, the woman had a understanding of things. The pilot was drunk. The pilot was also not that bad looking, especially when he wasn’t spouting off curses. Plus, the most important fact of this story, she was horny. One can never be really sure what words were said between the two. Just that Cid was taken to a room and the rest was history. Morning came, with a reasonably upset pilot. Cid left as soon as he could get dressed. Scarlet was left with the sweet memory of great sex.

Cid wanted to forget he ever had sex with Scarlet. The pilot hated her guts. Scarlet was not born with a pleasant personality. She was back stabbing and used people to make her way to the top. Aside the feeling of being dirty, Cid was sure he was in the clear. Days soon became two weeks. But it was hardly over. Scarlet remembers the great sex. How she would lay in bed and ponder if she would ever again have something so pure again.

One day, Cid was checking out things at Rocket town. For the pilot, it was brief pleasure to come back and see things were going good. The town was small one, not much to even describe. Except for the the platoon of ShinRa fighters coming towards him.

Cid’s fighting skills are very impressive indeed. His spear out, he was fighting the grunts with all he had. Spear lashes out, making some of them loose their grips on the weapons. Then pilot is forced to dodge fire. He leaps in middle of the group, with his spear spinning in a flash of metal causing them to fall. Cid almost gets away, except by chance, one grunt manages to shoot the pilot.

So, Cid was captured and brought to Junon. Cid was rather confused by all the banners and fanfare that was being displayed. The pilot was marched to a room and made to not only shower but put on a tuxedo. You can imagine he was very confused at this point. The pilot was marched down a church aisle to stand before a priest. The church was decked out in flowers and same pink banners he saw outside.

Cid, “ Aww.. shit!”

The pilot looked around for a way out. Guns were trained upon him. For Cid, it was going to be a shotgun wedding. The music played and Scarlet was marching along on slow way. Her white outfit outfit low in the front in a style that screamed whore of the year. His heart was in his throat as she came to stand beside him.

Priest, “ We are gathered here to wed Scarlet and Cid in holy matrimony. Marriage is a union between two souls. Promise to love and care for each other until the end death. If for some reason, they shouldn’t be married, speak now of forever hold your peace.”

For moment, silence is all Cid hears. His heart is praying for some divine intervention. Then a gun open fires.

Vincent, "I thoroughly object!!"

Tall figure fell from the rafter. His fall was graceful and controlled as his facial expression. Vincent Valentine. Scarlet laid on the ground, shot down by the Turk.

Cid, “ Damn.. you shot my fiancee.... “

Vincent, “ Whoops. “

The remaining men train their guns on the two. Cid was not even giving the chance to get request a last smoke as Vincent grabbed him and leapt for a window. Gun fire chased them on the way out. Bullets grazed the pilot. But Vincent was fast, when he choose to be, making his getaway with the prize.

They escaped ShinRa and went to the mansion. Cid knows it is the haunt of Vincent when he is not with the others. The mansion was always dark, chilly, and creepy. But something was different tonight. Cid thought the wedding dress was out of place.

Cid, " Why the hell is there a wedding dress in the room?"

Vincent snickered, "I'm afraid there are certain obligations you haven't lived up to, Highwind.." grabbed him by the collar, "care to know what they are? Or is it plain enough to see?"

Cid was not sure if he's pissed off or scared about now, " Okay, stop scaring the hell out of me! Obligations? What the hell you talking about?"

Vincent, "Well.. , “ holds tighter and brings him about an inch from his ghastly face, "Seeing as I saved you from a live a torture, pain, and misery it is only customary that you repay me.. it is actually a win-win situation if you ask me, Highwind.. You get to spend the rest of your days loved wholesomely by another, and I am relieved of my burden... what do you say? Shall you become mine? There's a storage tank full of Marlboros in it for you." creepy grin cross his face.

Cid looked at it then looks at the window, " Oh my god she came back from the dead.. the evil whore scarlet!" pointed at a random window * he hoped to distract Vincent. A eerie grin passed his lips and holds tighter to Cid's collar

Vincent, "Think not I can fall for that trick, Highwind.. my heightened senses would have heard her shrewish screech from 10 miles away.. Now.. be a good boy and hold still for me.." tilted his head and captured Cid's lips in an aggressive kiss.

Cid protested some in muffled kiss but we all know cid likes it rough anyway, which was why Shera drove him nuts with her way of taking his shit. The pilot does kiss back though at moment he would refuse he did.

Vincent, “ What is your choice?”

Cid, “ Hell NO!”

Vincent's brow twitched in a most forewarning manner as he suddenly shoved Cid back, "I assure you, Highwind.. refusal is not wise.. you do realize I only say and do these things, because I love you.. do you not know that, Highwind?" The pilot felt rather small and vulnerbale under the glow of his red eyes.

Cid tried reason, " Yeah but to marry me? We are both guys! shit... Vincent... think about it some." Cid is convinced vincent is fruit loops . The pilot backed away from the slightly insane Turk.

Vincent shrugged lightly, "Life-partners then... whatever works better... Now.." he slipped his fleshly hand down to his side and spins out his revolver, aiming at the pilot's head and gesturing towards the dress, "I suggest you put that on... it could be far worse you know.. you haven't the faintest what 'he' did to me, when I refused.."

Cid's eyes widen and his mind played out many scenarios. Only one really came out with them alive. As much as he loves his pride and image... he couldn't bear dying at his age. So Cid proceeded to undress and put on the wedding dress.

Vincent chuckled softly to himself, "Hmhm.. Well don't you look pretty..,” touching the end of his pistol to his lips in thought, "How does it feel? Itchy at all? maybe a little tight around the waist?"

Cid, " Now dat you mention it... its sorta... tight on shoulders and across the belly. And itches ..... " scratched his belly in a very unlady like way .

Vincent smiled in a pleasant fashion and approaches him slowly, "Well, best thing to do in that situation is just to take it off.. here.. let me 'help you'.." he uttered darkly and raised his claw high as if he's going to rip Cid's head off with it. Instead of ripping his head off, Vincent slashed down, the knife-like fingers, slicing through the dress. Left Cid shaking and naked in front of him.

Cid had closed his eyes, only opened them after Vincent was done. Left blushing as everything, including his boxers, were also cleanly removed... and barely a scratch on him, well a couple across his chest but they bled like paper cuts, " Umm what else did this pervert do to you?" he managed not to squeak the question out.

Vincent , "Random acts of sodomy. Degrading rituals. For 6 months I was not allowed to wear anything but an electric collar. Any act of defiance would end result with a voltage enough to make me fall unconscious... “ he muttered forebodingly.

Cid, " Hehehe but.. ummm we're lot closer then that evil fucker was right?" please please please he prayed, " and shit... you ain't like Hojo!"

Vincent, "Oh of course not.. yet unfortunately, due to the years I spent with me.. his sadist ways have worn off on me... And yes.. we are far closer than he and I ever were... Perhaps it'll be your duty to break me of these terrible habits??" Looked at Cid, pleadingly, and touches his shoulders.

Cid felt oddly touched by that. Not sure he had the ability to do all that! But he was touched. " I suppose hell why not! I'm the man who can do anything! Just ummm.. don't tell anyone I was in a dress, kay?"

Vincent has to chuckle, "I won’t tell a soul.." The way he said that was quite creepy than the usual, before he leaned forward and rested his head on Cid's shoulder, wrapping his cape around them.

Cid suppressed a shudder and holds onto the creepy vampiric dressed one, " It is kinda chilly " o0 ( is it me or this man always slightly cold... physically) " Hey you got a second gun in a pocket or just happy I'm married to ya?"

Vincent, "Would you believe me if I said both?" Pulls Cid tighter against him, using his cape like a cocoon around them, "Perhaps you would like to sit by the fire? And you are free to place your clothing back on.. spare undergarments are in the closet, hmhmhm..."

Cid pondered this, " Ummm I have a feeling I won't be wearing clothes long, so lets just sit by the fire. And what are you doing keeping spare guns?"

Vincent sat them down by the hearth, "Well this particular one I only use on special occasions... such as right now.." placed hands on Cid's shoulders and lays him back on fur rug.. looming over him.

Cid, ( oh my god... ) as his voice box was paralyzed ( thank god I didn't get dressed or he would probably ripped them off as well! ) not that he attached to the tuxedo Scarlet made him wear in first place. Finding Vincent looming over him was scary but very arousing. It was making him get a hard one.

Vincent whispered, “Feeling tense, Highwind? It's a wonder.. seeing the different emotions that cross your face.. if only I could fathom them myself.." And leaned down to nussle the pilot's neck, stripping himself of his cape.

Cid relaxed as this was... okay. Nothing psycho about it. The pilot wrapped his one arm around vincent, while the fingers exploring the shirt front found the interesting buttons. Cid never could figure out how vincent puts shirt on this these sorta buttons. Works at undoing each button with care not to rip cloth.

Vincent glanced down at what the pilot was doing and smirked slightly, reaching down to halt Cid's actions, "There's no need for that..." he uttered softly, breathing his cold breath against the pilot's neck-line.. Vincent closed his eyes and focused sharply suddenly the button on his clothing unlatched, his slender body floating off the ground and his garb sliding off his and tumbling to the ground easily it seemed his light-as-a-feather psychic tactics still worked quite well.. and thus commenced ravaging the pilot senseless.

Cid laid back as he is turned into jelly by the ruthless ravaging of the ex-Turk. To Vincent easily founds his weak point that makes him moan and his knees bend.

( This is what a honeymoon does to a person?)

Hence Cid was ravaged many times that night. Morning, Cloud found them at the steps of the mansion. Not sure why Cid looked exhausted and Vincent looked very pleased with himself. After that, pilot did alot of sleeping during meetings and between fighting.

~ The End ~