Toy

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Summary: A prequel of sorts to "All He Wanted". But I guess, to be more accurate, it's a sequel that is the backstory of what happened in that fic. This takes place 14 years before the game (still on the assumption that's about how long Vincent was in his coffin), where Vincent meets up with a young and impressible Cid.

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-Toy-

Vincent sighted to himself as he stood in the lunch line. Preparing some last minute paperwork had made him late for the lunch hour. Bored, he glanced around and realized there was a blond youth in front of him that immediately set off his internal sensors. The youth was wearing a flight suit stained with engine oil here and there. But he wasn't merely a mechanic, since he had a small emblem of golden wings on the side of his arm, which proved he was a real pilot, despite his youth. //I doubt he's older that 17 or 18... what is the world coming to?// Although it was a cynical thought, Vincent thought of it in an amused manner. As the line moved up to the trays and food, he took a quick side-glance at him when he moved.

The blond youth's short spiky blond hair (which had been what had caught his attention with it's beautiful combination of "dirty blond" and "golden boy" ) ran over his forehead slightly, but left his sky blue eyes uncovered. In that unnoticed two-second glance, Vincent assured himself that he would be a pleasant night's comfort. //I'm leaving tomorrow... but I can't wait until I'm back. He might even be taken by then. I'll have to be quick.// When he was done paying for his lunch he walked up behind the blond, who was looking around for somewhere to sit. "Crowded today, isn't it?"

The blond boy turned to him, those light azure eyes quickly taking in the telltale navy suit Vincent wore. "Oh, yes sir." He smiled nervously at the Turk who had deigned to speak to such a lowly person like himself.

"Why don't we go sit over there?" Vincent motioned to a small two-person table in a corner, and then started walking over there.

"OK sir." The young pilot followed him, ensnared by this high ranking-man's kindness. Among the junior pilots, he was shunned for being a child-prodigy (even though he was only a little younger, his short stature of 5'5" was easily something they could use against him). The other full-fledged pilots treated him like dirt, every single one of them personally offended that such a "little boy" could dare call himself one of them. The blond was ignored or hated by those people who, even though they may not be friends, should at least be his colleagues. It was no wonder he instantly warmed to the very kind Turk.

The both ate a few bites in silences, the young pilot not knowing what to say, and the Turk devising a plan. It was he who broke the silence. "So what's your name?"

"Highwind, Cid Highwind, sir."

"I'm Vincent Valentine. You don't have to address me as 'sir', you know."

"All right si-, um, Mr. Valentine."

"Please, that's still too formal. Call me Vincent."

Cid blushed and licked his dry lips. "But I don't want to be disrespectful."

"Nonsense." Vincent gave him a charming smile that trapped Cid even more. "I want us to be good friends, and friends call each other by their first names, don't they?" He had very accurately picked the perfect snare for the young pilot.

And Cid easily fell for it, as he was so incredibly lonely for any kind of friendship. "Yeah, good point."

"So tell me about yourself. How long have you been working for Shinra?"

"About three years, since I was 15. There was this kind of work-study program that I joined."

"Do you regret not finishing your regular schooling?"

Cid smiled widely, "Not really. I love what I'm doing here. I'm pretty good at math and physics, so it's not like I had that much trouble learning the applicable science stuff."

"I see. It's good you're doing something you enjoy."

"I really do love to fly. It's so great to just be free up there!" It was obvious how impassioned Cid was about this, his voice lost its nervousness and his hand gestures were very animated. "Hey, when they authorize me to go on my own flights, I could take you for a ride!" The enthusiasm suddenly left him, and all that remained was embarrassment. "Well, I g-guess you've all ready been on a lot of planes, huh?"

"I'd love to fly with you." Had this conversation been in a cartoon, little devil horns would have sprouted from Vincent's head. He felt positively mischievous that he could hint at what he planned and Cid was too innocent to see it. "I've only flown on the Gelinka, so I'd love to see what your plane is like.

Some of Cid's glee returned, but it was a little calmer this time. "Great. I'll tell you when we can go then."

Vincent just smiled at him, then glanced at his watch. "It looks like lunch is almost over."

"Oh! Sorry I didn't let ya eat in peace."

He was so eager to please. It really made Vincent's plan easier. "Not at all. I found this lunch quite interesting. Perhaps we can talk more later. Are you busy tonight?" The Turk started getting up, trying to instill a sense of urgency in his young companion.

"Huh? N-no, I'm not doing anything. Nothing at all."

"I'm at the Aegir Building. Room 47. Stop by around 8:00. Until then, Cid." He smiled sweetly and turned away, taking his tray to the disposal area. Behind him Cid had a look of adoration, completely enamored in his new friend. Vincent, knowing this without having to look, smirked evilly to himself, very satisfied. It looked like he could get one more diversion before his mission to that backwater town. And if he handled it correctly, it was very likely he'd have that diversion waiting for him eagerly.

***

Cid stood outside Vincent's door at 7:59, brushing back his wild hair with a shaking hand. //Don't fuck this up Highwind. Vincent's a great guy, and you don't want to give him any reason to dislike you.// He checked himself over, hoping his clothes were OK. Right after the workday was over, he'd rushed to his apartment to take a shower. He was wearing some black pants that weren't even close to formal slacks, but they were certainly nicer than his jeans and cargos. He was also wearing a dark green button up shirt, with the first two buttons open in an attempt to not look overdressed.

Cid took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After several painful seconds of waiting, it opened. Vincent was still wearing his trousers and white shirt, but his jacket and tie were gone. "Good evening Cid, please come in."

Cid timidly followed him inside, then sat down on the couch where Vincent had gestured him to. "Anything in particular you'd like to watch?"

"N-nah, it doesn't matter. Whatever you like is fine." Cid sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands on his lap. He smiled nervously when the Turk sat next to him on the two-person sofa. The Turk used a remote control to turn on the TV in front of them, leaving it one a random action movie, though he kept the volume down. "So how was the rest of your day?"

"Um, it was all right. I had to learn how to fix an engine from high altitude damage. Ice expands in there, ya know?"

"I see." Vincent had to think about what would be the best method to start. He didn't want to frighten him off, and he didn't want him to leave too soon, either. He decided it'd be best to just be direct, and put a little bit of pressure on his offer. Sugarcoating it might make Cid think he could leave or have time to think about it first. "Well then, I suppose we should go into the bedroom."

Cid looked utterly surprised, but before he could react in any way, Vincent leaned over him and kissed him. Their lips pressed against each other gently, like two flower petals in the wind. The first kiss would be the only sweet one he would get from him. Pulling back, the Turk tried to look hopeful, "So, will you stay?"

The blond was a whirlpool of emotions. He had never been kissed in that manner. He himself had never tried to do so with anyone these past few years since his first love was flying, and getting to that point. And here Vincent was indicated that he liked him like that. Did he feel the same? Once memory about the man's kindness, and one close look at the brunet's beautiful face were all he needed to assure himself that he thought he did. And love was a fickle thing, right? Then there was the fact that he could sense how far Vincent wanted to go. He could see that lust in his eyes. That was even more uncharted that a simple relationship for Cid. But he decided, in only a second or two, that he wanted this. "Yes." His voice was timid as it ever was, but it was sure.

Vincent gave him a lustful smile, and then led him to his bedroom. He started taking off his clothes, not looking over at Cid until all he had left were his underwear. By then the blond had undressed to his boxers and a thin undershirt. He was hesitant, so Vincent knew he had to trap him before he could think this out. The Turk closed the distance between them, and started taking off Cid's shirt for him. As he was pulling it up from his head, he leaned towards his face, kissing him again. This time the kiss quickly moved beyond just lips, his tongue seeking out the new territory to conquer.

Cid was too surprised to even try to stop him. His arms were behind him now, the shirt still around them. He let in the invader, and guardedly even tried to reciprocate. His half-closed eyes went wide as Vincent suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, tossing him onto the bed. He stayed there, lying on his stomach, too frightened to move when Vincent quickly pulled down his boxers.

//Oh gods, what am I doing?!// Alarmed, he wanted to stop this before it got out of hand. He didn't want to get hurt. Of course, he was only thinking about physically at the time. But his worries subsided when he felt Vincent's smooth hands caress his back, slowly stroking down. //Thank gods I didn't say anything. He doesn't want to hurt me! I'm just being stupid!// Assured his fears were unfounded, he continued to just lay there, slightly shrugging off the shirt because it still gave him goosebumps to feel his arms bound like that.

A moan escaped Cid's throat, low and lustful, when Vincent pressed his body on top of the young blond. His organ, all ready full of need, pressed on the supple rear end, easily felt, squeezed between them both. He nibbled and sucked at the muscled shoulders, the fair skin only barely tanned by the sun. His love bites were gentle only to the point of not drawing blood, but they did leave several marks. Foreplay was a skill Vincent was quite an expert in, but he was too aroused by the young Adonis that he couldn't help but hurry.

He moved his hand up to Cid's lips, and even though the blond probably didn't realize the purpose, he started kissing and sucking at the thin ivory fingers. When Vincent thought it was enough (not having the patience to be sure), he pulled his fingers away, then sat back.

The blond made a confused noise, worried he had done something wrong, but his noise changed pitch when he felt pressure on his rear opening. His hands reached out and gripped at the sheets trying to steady himself.

Vincent was slow and cautious with the first digit. He made sure to work it around well while enjoying Cid's mewls of passion. The second was a little bit rougher, but his discovery of Cid's "spot" made them easily forgivable. At three, the blond beneath him whimpered, though it was anybody's guess if it was either pleasure or pain, or both. By then though, Vincent himself felt pained from his arousal. He adjusted himself and began to enter the blond without any other warning.

Cid half-cried out, losing his breath almost instantly. The Turk pushed in the head of his organ and groaned very loudly at the sensation. The incredible tightness was the main reason he favored virgins. He kept edging himself inside, not feeling Cid trying to pull away until he realized his hands onto the blond's back were clawing at his skin in an unconscious attempt to hold him. It was time for more tact, it seemed. "Cid? Is this hurting you? We can stop... if you want..." He made sure to make his voice drop off at the end, as if he was feeling a very upsetting disappointment.

Hearing this tone, Cid tried to reassure him. "No... Well, it hurts just a little bit..." He turned his head to look at Vincent, hoping he had successfully wiped off his tears on the pillow first so Vincent wouldn't see them.

The Turk did, but pretended not to. "Don't worry. It's because it's your first time. It will get better, I promise." He stayed half way inside his younger partner, but reached beneath him to grab his organ. He rubbed it gently, glad that it was still aroused somewhat. His stroking and fondling did help it though, to his satisfaction.

The blond, completely at his mercy, turned to nod and smile at him. "I think... I'm OK now..."

Although Vincent planned to go ahead with this even without the blond's reassurance, he made sure to smile gratefully at him. He pressed his organ forward again, entering him millimeter by millimeter.

Cid, muffling a whimper into the pillow, only hoped the pain would go away. He didn't want to tell Vincent how much it still hurt, especially since he was still touching his manhood, which Cid figured should be enough. //There's probably something I'm doing wrong. Vincent knows what he's doing.// Convinced the pain was his own fault, Cid kept it hidden now.

Vincent gasped loudly once he was full inside the blond. He didn't know why, but this tight heat was the best he had ever felt. While paused in movement (which he did mainly to get Cid used to feeling him inside him), he realized it was because he ~liked~ the blond. He had gone from a fuck toy to a lover, albeit temporary. //When this is over, I have to make sure he knows it was only for sex. When I come back we can do this again, but only if he acknowledges it for what it is.//

After a few seconds, Cid experimentally tightened his muscles around Vincent, earning them both a shock of unexpected pleasure. The pain was still there, but he tried to ignore it, focused on the mind blowing please instead.

Vincent took Cid's action to mean he was ready, and began to slowly retract, then push into him again. Cid made several noises as he did, the majority of them quite promising. He gained speed to a steady pistoning rhythm, also moaning as he did. Cid's strange noises were so very interesting that he had to stop though. "Cid, I want to see you. Turn around." It would be bonus, Vincent knew, that a change in position would give him the ability to go in deeper into the pilot.

The blond gasped as he felt Vincent pull out of him completely, feeling weak and lightheaded. But he didn't want to upset the brunet, so he hurried to do what he asked. Now on his back, he looked like a physical embodiment of both innocence and lust to Vincent, who was glad he asked him to move.

Vincent took a minute to enjoy the view. Cid's fair skin was flushed almost everywhere. His organ pointed upwards and even had a glistening drop on its opening. The blond tried to cover himself with his hands, but seemed unsure if he should, given Vincent's predatory stares. And by his sparkling eyes gazing down, Vincent knew without a doubt he had won. //I am his god right now. I could tell him to do anything demeaning and he would do so without any hesitation.// Smug at his victory, Vincent raised Cid's legs so they were slung onto his shoulders. He only barely got to entice Cid's nipples before he could hold off no longer. Without warning, he plunged back inside of the blond, hating himself for enjoying the shocked look of pain on Cid's face. He guilt was abated though when Cid pulled at his shoulders with his legs, quickly trying to work back to the old rhythm. It was intoxicating to see Cid's eyes scrunched shut in combination with his wantonly open mouth. Unable to hold back his passion he started thrusting forward faster and harder, giving the blond no reprieve from the assault.

Cid was crying out constantly, though it was because he felt like he would explode from all the pleasure. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his life, and there was not a single word that could express it, so he was reduced to the most animalistic noises he could muster as Vincent kept thrusting inside him. His cries reached a new volume when the Turk held up his legs off his shoulders, rather pushing them back so Cid's back curled up as he legs were pushed over his head. He strangled noises only excited Vincent move, and he continued to pound into Cid, whom he now had in place to go extra deep, which didn't allow him to stay silent either.

Vincent grit his teeth, trying to muffle his final moan, but he couldn't do much against it. His climax was almost violent with his body and mind, feeling as if he'd shot the tip off his manhood and causing little white lights to dance in front of his eyes. It passed after a bit and he somehow found the strength to pull away from Cid, panting hard as he felt his sweat trickle down his hot skin. He saw that the blond hadn't yet reached his peak, but didn't look upset, only unsatisfied, but willing to live with it. //I should do something for him.// Moving onto the bed, Vincent stared into Cid's eyes, then immediately dropped his head to take the blond's organ into his mouth.

Cid, who had thought he had just experienced everything, realized he was wrong. This was an entirely different form of pleasure, one with no discomfort like before. He lay there and breathed hard, timidly stroking Vincent's hair so lightly the Turk didn't feel it. //I love him.// The thought came unbidden, especially as a time like this. But even though most of Cid's mind was busy enjoying what was going on, there was a tiny rational part still working. //He's all ready done... but he's helping ME right now... that means he feels the same, I know it. And the fact that he would.. he would use his ~mouth~...// Thus distracted, when his peak came it flew by completely unexpectedly, and all he managed was a strangled version of Vincent's name. Lying there as he tried to gather his wits again, Cid wondered if perhaps he could stay and lay next to Vincent.

The Turk made sure to hide his pleased face when he finished cleaning up Cid with his mouth. The blond had been breathtakingly gorgeous like that, completely dependent on what he was doing. Vincent started putting on some pajama bottoms, planning out what he wanted to tell him. //This is turning into one of THOSE situations. I need to stop it.// "I'm going to go to bed now, I have to get up early in the morning."

Cid sat up, pulling his knees up from a new sense of modesty. Now that the tenderness was gone, it felt strange to be so open. "Uh... OK Vince. Can I see you tomorrow?" Without waiting for an answer (still wanting to keep him happy), Cid rushed to put his clothes back on, swallowing nervously every half second.

"No. Tomorrow I will be on a mission." Vincent started fixing his sheets, pausing only long enough until he suspected Cid was fully dressed and all ready mindset on leaving. "I will be back in a few weeks. Will you lock the door when you leave?"

Cid, not knowing whether to feel crushed he was being sent away, or elated that Vincent trusted him (which was all planned by the Turk), slowly started stepping out the doorway of the bedroom. "O-OK. I'll see you when you come back." He smiled and left the room, heading straight for the door.

Trying to estimate his steps, Vincent called out before realizing he heard the door shut when he opened his mouth. "Don't expect anything but a fuck when I do." //He's all ready gone? Why did he hurry? Great.. Now who knows what he'll be expecting when I come back. If I'm lucky though, he'll forget all about me within a day or two.// Satisfied there was nothing to worry about, he lay in his bed and closed his eyes, the slightest bit of a smile on his face as he replayed the sex in his mind.

Heading down the stairs with a bounce in his step (which was why he left Vincent's apartment faster than the Turk thought he would), Cid felt happier than he had in several years. He couldn't wait for Vincent to come back. Granted, the sex was more incredible than he had ever imagined it could be like, but the fact that he cared about Vincent... that really kept him walking on clouds all the way home. He felt so intimate with the brunet, not only because he was his first experience, but because he believed Vincent had done all this out of similar feelings for him. He had absolutely no clue, at least now, what the Turk's true motives were. And while he would curse every day he didn't see the Turk, perhaps it was for the best in a sense that he did not become another one of his conquered prizes. All the past ones had had their hearts and hopes completely shattered, since Vincent, as head Turk, was a master of manipulation.

***

Nibbelheim seemed to be Vincent's hell. First of all, he had become completely attached to one of the scientists, Lucrecia. He didn't realize it at the time, but he was infatuated with her the same way he conned young Shinra workers of all types to worship him. It was a bitter medicine when he saw her kissing Hojo. And then after that, it was even worse when he learned that they had worked together to capture him and use him for their twisted experiments.

It was a living torture for months, and whenever he was left alone he'd pray to the gods to save him. He swore he'd do anything they wished, but they never answered him. Still, he felt guilt for everything he had done that was unnecessarily cruel in his lifetime, which was a rather large amount for him being so young. Still, he truly did regret, and not just to be on the gods' good side. The suffering he went under when trapped, along with the long periods of nothing, made it easy for him to truly think about what he had done.

Finally, Hojo promised the torture would stop. He said he was a failed experiment, but that he didn't' want to dispose of him just yet when he might come in handy later. As Hojo hooked up the chemicals that would induce a deep stasis-like sleep, Vincent asked about Lucrecia. Hojo only laughed while he worked, and Vincent truly felt what he knew he had caused 100 times over. //And that pilot... is he still waiting for me?// Vincent felt his grip on reality start drifting away. //He was so beautiful, so sweet and pure... if only I could remember his name...//