Promises

Warning: Contains spoilers for the game and lots of yaoi ^_^

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, Square Enix do (lucky sods)

Chapter 1: Broken Promises
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It was a beautiful sunny day, but Vincent Valentine was not in any sort of mood to enjoy it. A cool breeze caused colourful meadow flowers to sway around him, but as Vincent sat outside of Lucrecia’s cave he remained in a pensive state, looking at nothing but the ends of his boots.

About a week had passed since he had defeated Omega and prevented the destruction of all life on Gaia. He felt a bit lighter somehow. He knew that Chaos and the protomateria were likely gone forever now; but it was knowing why everything had happened to him that really lifted some of the weight from his shoulders. He took the opportunity to keep to himself for awhile, for some reason he felt no compulsion to reconnect with those that he saved at the moment.

One person had managed to find him though. Shelke, the former Tsviet, had been to see him the day before last. He was gratified to see that she was doing so well having finally shed her Deepground uniform and accepted her fate of resuming her life as normal, or as normally as it could be for any of them who had been touched by that madman Hojo’s experiments.

Vincent’s thoughts drifted towards his most recent and hopefully final confrontation with that hateful man. He had suspected that something was amiss three years ago when Hojo disappeared from the top of the Sister Ray but he had never expected to see him return by taking over another’s body.

In Vincent’s mind, a moment he was sure he would never forget played itself out again, a moment of utter betrayal. Hojo had fully taken over the Emperor Weiss’s body and killed the dark Tsviet who loved his brother so much.

Nero. Vincent felt a small twang of sympathy as he thought of his former foe. He felt a certain degree of affinity for the other man, they were both creatures born of darkness, the product of Hojo’s experimentation and most importantly, they both had the ones they loved snatched away by that same man.

Vincent closed his eyes as he remembered the look of utter shock and anguish as Nero realized that his beloved brother wasn’t who he thought he was, the moment that he died. It just wasn’t fair, whenever love was involved; Hojo always seemed to be able to ruin it.

Vincent sighed slightly, opening his crimson eyes once more to gaze across the meadow of flowers, looking but not seeing.

Love

Betrayal

Tragically, they were two emotions that had become linked in both his mind and heart.

Vincent returned his gaze to his boots, idly thinking about lost love and opportunities, wondering if Nero and Weiss ever did have a chance to be happy in their love, wondering how different his life could have been if not for the circumstances that he had been dealt.

He was roused out of his musings by the sound of thumping footfalls and tumbling rocks. Vincent stood, resting his hand lightly on the grip of Cerberus, ready to pull the heavy gun from its holster if it was required.

The location of Lucrecia’s cave was well protected, reachable only by scaling a series of sheer cliffs or by an underwater tunnel. Vincent waited patiently as the sounds grew louder; someone or something was definitely coming up the cliff.

“Fucking hell, Vincent Valentine, you’re alive!” exclaimed Cid Highwind as he finally rode into view, atop a chocobo adorned with a blaze of golden feathers.

Vincent relaxed immediately and strode over to the pair, grasping the reins of the chocobo as Cid dismounted. He noticed that both the pilot and the bird were covered with a fine layer of dust.

“Damn, Vincent,” Cid gripped the dark haired man by the shoulders, as if to assure himself that the gunner was indeed standing in front of him. “You’ve been okay all this time and you didn’t think we’d all be worried out of our minds over what happened to ya?”

Vincent only shook his head slightly in reply, he could always tell when Cid was about to go into one of his long spiels and there was no point of trying to interrupt it.

“That young Deepground girl went off to find you first but when she came back she wouldn’t say a damned word about whether she managed to find you or not.” Cid said.

Vincent had asked Shelke not to tell anyone where he was, but apparently she had taken things even farther and not even told anyone that she’d been able to find him in the first place. He didn’t fault her though, it was a minor miscommunication.

Cid continued to speak, “So that’s when I said to myself, someone’s got to go find him, and it might as well be you Highwind. It’s a damned big world though, and with my ship out of commission and the rest of the fleet working on the reconstruction of Kalm and Edge, all I could do was to get chocobo-head to lend me his bird.”

Cid released Vincent and gestured towards the chocobo, who decided to intervene with a friendly “Wark” at that moment.

In response Cid gave the chocobo a warm pat on its neck as he stretched out, “Damn it, I’m getting too old for all-terrain chocobo riding, give me a nice racing stadium track any day.” The blond pilot rubbed his behind gingerly, “I think my saddle sores have saddle sores now.”

“Anyway,” he turned back to Vincent and pointed an accusing finger, as if to say ‘I’m not through with you yet, Mr. Valentine.’

“Went up to Niblehiem first, thought you might have gone there, but it was as empty as the late President Shinra’s conscience. Had to make a choice then, either the ancient forest where you were hanging out before the Sephiroth remnants showed up, or to come here. Looks like I picked the right one.”

Cid, obviously pleased with himself broke into a wide grin. Vincent often envied how the other man could so freely display his emotions.

The blond man pulled a thermos from a pack tied to the chocobo’s side. “It’s been a long dusty ride; join me for a cup of tea Vince?”

Cid sat on the ground and carefully poured out two plastic cups of the hot liquid, handing one up to Vincent, who accepted it and sat down next to Cid who had lain back amongst the flowers as soon as Vincent had taken his cup. It was a quality that Vincent respected about Cid, the gruff man always made sure to say what he thought, but never pressured Vincent into replying until he was ready.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, not talking, just sipping the tea and staring out at the wide expanse of blue sky. Vincent broke the silence as Cid sat up to drain his cup.

“It was a difficult battle,” the dark haired man started slowly, “I learnt a lot of things about myself.” Vincent paused. “I was being selfish; I needed time to sort out my thoughts.”

Cid chuckled a bit in response to Vincent’s last statement, “Well, we all got to be selfish once in awhile I guess. Just next time don’t make it so stressful for the rest of us.”

“Well, the important thing is that you’re alive,” the pilot continued, “Just have to figure out what it all means and move on.” Cid tapped a cigarette out of a well worn pack and stuck it in his mouth, reaching into his pocket to pull out a lighter.

Move on

Somehow those words stung Vincent. Everyone expected him to just get on with his life, but it wasn’t that simple. He spent so much of his life suspended in time as the world passed by without him, trapped by this own inability to open up and forgive. Even now the woman that he had loved was now trapped as he was, locked in that crystal by her own guilt. It was never as simple as “moving on” for Vincent and he felt a flicker of anger build up inside him.

“Move on eh?” he said with a bitter tone in his voice, “Sort of like you did, right? So how’s married life?”

Vincent knew that he was steering the conversation in a volatile direction, but he didn’t care. He wanted them to talk as what they really were, not just friends, but ex-lovers.

Vincent watched Cid out of the corner of his eye, not feeling up to looking the other man straight in the face. He had said exactly the right words to get a reaction out of the other. He could see Cid’s face turn stormy as he chewed on the end of his unlit cigarette, before angrily flicking open the Zippo, lighting the thin tube that hung from his lips and snapping the lighter shut again. Vincent noticed that it was the same lighter that he had given to Cid three years ago, shortly before they had gone their separate ways.

“That’s not fucking fair Vince,” Cid growled after he took a long pull from his cigarette. “You’re the one who said that we should separate after the thing with the meteor was over. You’re the one who said we had just gotten caught up in the adventure and that you weren’t sure what you wanted.”

“We had something good going on then, but you’re the one who told me to move on, and now you get angry with me because I did? All you had to do back then was to say “stay” and I would have. I fucking loved you Vincent Valentine and you pushed me away.”

Cid had stood up by this point and was pacing around, crushing the flowers beneath his heavy boots. He stopped in front of Vincent and looked down at him, waiting for a reply. Vincent chose to say nothing and turned his head again, avoiding Cid’s intense gaze.

“Fine,” Cid snapped, “if that’s how it’s going to be then have it your way, it’s always got to be your way doesn’t it Vincent?” Cid snorted in anger and stormed off in the direction of the chocobo, he grabbed its reins and pulled it once again to the edge of the cliff, muttering various curses under his breath the entire time.

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Cid Highwind was mad enough to chew nails. Too angry to ride, he started down the cliff on foot, pulling the reluctant bird behind him, sending small rocks and gravel tumbling downwards with every step.

Damn that man, after all these years of pretending everything was okay, Vincent was still thinking about ‘them’. If only he had some sort of indication from that enigmatic man, Cid wouldn’t have moved on, he would have waited until the end of time, but that damn gunner always kept his emotions too close to read.

Cid paused on a ledge, taking another pull from his cigarette. The nicotine hit was calming and he took the time to look around him and think for a moment. The sunlight glinted off the edge of his spear that was strapped to the chocobo’s saddle, reflecting the letters of his name that he had etched into the shaft.

It reminded him from a particularly sweet scene that had transpired between Vincent and himself, what seemed like so long ago now, but he could remember it like it was only yesterday.

It had taken place just after a particularly intense lovemaking session. Vincent had remained tangled up in the sheets of the bed that they had shared while Cid was attending to a new spear that he had just acquired; specifically he was writing his name on it with a heavy black marker.

“Why do you always write your name on things Cid?” Vincent had asked idly as he watched the blond man carefully forming the letters on the wooden shaft.

Cid paused and stuck the end of the marker in his mouth, musing for a moment before replying, “I guess it’s a habit from when I was going through the academy at Shinra, if you didn’t put your name on everything from your socks to your snacks, they would disappear for sure. Hell, even if you did have your name on them things usually went missing from under your nose.”

Vincent frowned slightly, “But no one else in our group fights with spears, it’s not like someone’s going to take it and use it now.”

“I think it means more than that now,” Cid said and he continued writing, “it’s more about things that I want to keep particular track of. Like my airship, and when I get my ultimate spear one day I’m going to etch my name into it properly.”

Cid finished writing and set the spear to the side but didn’t put away the marker. “I guess I just like putting my name on things that I care about and want to keep.” He returned to the bed and sat next to his lover, and smiled as Vincent’s naked form automatically curled slightly around him.

Vincent looked up at him with sleepy eyes and replied with a yawn, “Sounds like a good enough reason to me.” What the dark haired man didn’t notice was a rather mischievous glint that had worked its way into Cid’s eyes.

Cid grabbed Vincent by the shoulder with his left hand and pushed the slighter man flat onto the bed. The pilot paused for a moment, taking in the expanse of pale flesh that made up Vincent’s torso and grinned as he brought the marker down on Vincent’s smooth chest and began writing his name.

Vincent finally clued into what was happening but didn’t stop Cid, rather he looked at the other man with a bemused expression on his face. “You know that’s not going to stay on forever.”

Cid didn’t answer; he was concentrating hard on making the letters perfect and sat back when he was done to admire his handiwork. He had inked HIGHWIND onto the other’s chest just above the heart. He leant down to kiss the area which he had just marked and then sat back again, running his fingers through Vincent’s silky hair.

“It’s just my way of showing that I care about you and I want to keep you,” he finally said as Vincent caught his fingers in his own hands and brought them to his mouth for a kiss.

“Is that a promise?” the dark haired beauty asked him.

“You bet is it.” Cid said as Vincent pulled him downwards to connect their bodies once again.

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A promise made so long ago, Cid sighed as he shook himself out of his reprieve. And a broken promise now, he reminded himself. He tried to think about who was the bigger idiot, Vincent for pushing him away when he actually wanted him or himself for walking away and just going with the flow; being a jerk and getting married.

He scrubbed his hand through his hair as he tried to decide what to do. He had let the other man slip through his fingers once before and damn him to hell if he let it happen again. Cid stubbed out the remnants of the spent cigarette on the ledge with a determined expression on his face and started climbing the cliff once more.

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Vincent blew a bit of air through pursed lips in frustration when Cid disappeared over the edge of the cliff, annoyed by the blond’s parting remarks. Sure it had been him that initiated their relationship, first approaching Cid on that fateful night in the Ghost Hotel at the Gold Saucer. Things had been so good then, keeping their relationship a secret from the others and stealing moments alone together.

But Vincent had pulled away when the circumstances that had brought them together were resolved and told Cid they should split up. Truthfully, part of him had been disappointed when Cid hadn’t objected, but he kept telling himself that it was for the best, that it was his choice to end it before love turned to betrayal once again. It didn’t make things feel any better in his heart though. Maybe Cid was right, that Vincent hadn’t played fair, he hadn’t wanted to risk the hurt again. But was that really a way to live?

Vincent sighed and stood up, brushing bits of greenery from his clothes as he turned towards the cave, intending to retreat into its dark interior once more. He paused for a moment, something was not quite right and it took him a few seconds to figure out that what was missing was sounds from the cliff. He was sure that he hadn’t been sitting there long enough for Cid to have descended out earshot, even if he had taken to riding again.

The logical part of Vincent’s brain said that he really should check, just to make sure the pilot wasn’t lying in a bloodied heap on some ledge. Vincent peered over the edge of the cliff to see that Cid was not only very much alive, but making his way up again.

Just at that moment, Cid looked up and spotted the other man, looking down at him and his blue eyes widened in surprise. Cid yelled upwards, “Don’t you dare move, you hear me! I’m not going to walk away from you again Vincent, I wrote my name on you, you’re mine!”

wrote my name on you?

Vincent suddenly recalled the scene that Cid was referring to and the promise that was associated with it, bringing a flush of colour to his pale cheeks. He shook his head at the memory, causing his dark hair to tumble forwards into the clear air ahead of him, as he remained as he was, looking down the cliff as Cid scrambled up, with the happy chocobo chirping away in the background.

When the pilot got close enough Vincent reached out his hand and helped haul the other over the edge once more and Cid took a deep breath and gathered the taller man into a warm hug. He pushed away and ran his thumb along Vincent’s jaw, “And I’m not going to let you push me away this time either.”

The two men stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, each a bit too proud and awkward to do anything more, that is until the chocobo decided to bump into Cid’s back, pushing him forwards into Vincent once more.

Crushed against the taller man’s chest, Cid muttered “Damn bird” and they both laughed easily. It was Vincent who took the initiative this time, tilting Cid’s head upwards as he caught the blond’s lips with his own.

The kiss started off tentatively, but soon deepened as the men rediscovered how easily their lips fit together. Vincent could feel a tingling numbness spread from their heated connection and wash over his body, awaking feelings that he thought had been long buried.

Vincent moaned slightly as Cid invaded his mouth with his tongue. The taste of stale cigarettes mixed with the bitter tang of tea, gods how he had missed it. As their lips came together and broke apart with greater and greater urgency Vincent became acutely aware of heat that was coming from Cid’s body where it was pressed up against his.

Cid had pulled them close together, with one arm held tight around the gunner’s waist, as the other snaked up his back to gather a handful of Vincent’s silky locks. Vincent gripped Cid just as tightly, wrapping his arms around shorter man’s broad shoulders, careful not to grip too tightly with his claw.

All too soon his clothing felt far too constricting. He just wanted to be rid of it to have nothing between them, to feel only what was raw and real. Vincent broke their embrace with a gasp, not wanting it to end, but knowing that it needed to if they wanted to get any farther.

Vincent took Cid by the hand and led him in the direction of the cave. They walked in silence into the dusky expanse, past the glowing pool illumined by the crystal structures that permeated the cave until they reached the makeshift camp that Vincent had set up for himself.

The pilot wrapped his left arm around Vincent’s waist once more, and let his other hand circle his face, trailing his fingers through the dark hair, lightly caressing eyelids and feeling long eyelashes tickle the tips of his fingers. He ran his thumb across the bruised moist lips and across Vincent’s jaw, wrapping his hand behind his neck and pulling them together again, gentler than before, but with all the passion and need that three years of separation could bring.

They dissolved into each other’s mouths once more as they sunk to their knees, not finding much comfort on the thin blankets that had been spread on the rocky ground, but not caring about such trivial matters. Both men were panting raggedly by now and the heat they felt was almost becoming intolerable.

Vincent just knew that he had to get out of his clothes before they constricted him completely. He had already stripped his blue eyed partner of his t-shirt and was working on the pilot’s trousers when Cid pushed him back with a curse.

“Damn it Vince, your outfit’s more complicated than before. Do you really need this many buckles and straps?”

Vincent chuckled in response and deftly undid his cape and disposed of it, along with his gun and its holster, the heavy metal gauntlet that covered his left arm and glove that covered the lower part of his right arm and hand.

“Is that better?” he asked, running his freshly exposed fingers across Cid’s bare chest.

Enjoying the sensation of having Vincent trace patterns on his body Cid brought his hands up to Vincent’s neck, working at the buckles that held the gunner’s tunic shut. Soon that article of clothing had been shed as well and he lay back, pulling the slight man on top of him into another tongue wrestling session.

Cid drove his hips upwards, grinding his point of arousal into Vincent’s own. The fire that had started to abate flared up again. Vincent sat upwards, straddling Cid’s body and giving the pilot easy access to the double layer of belts that held his leather trousers in place. Now accustomed to the fastenings that held the outfit together, Cid made short work of the remaining articles of clothing, quickly undoing the belts and pushing the tight fabric down past his hips. Vincent quickly rolled off of Cid and removed the remnants of fabric leaving him completely nude except for the red bandana that was still wrapped around his head.

Cid sat up followed suit, removing his boots and trousers and then reaching over to Vincent to remove the gunner’s bandana. It was a little ritual they had, Cid would always be the one to remove the piece of fabric and Vincent would be the one who retied it, mostly because the former could never figure out how to make it look right.

Cid pushed Vincent onto his back and started leaving a trail of hot kisses along the dark haired man’s body, beginning at the nape of his neck and working his way downwards. Each time his body was touched with his lips and teeth made Vincent moan and gasp. Cid sucked greedily at one of Vincent’s nipples while teasing the other hard nub of flesh with his fingers; coaxing all sorts of arousing sounds from somewhere deep in his partner’s throat.

Reaching downwards, his fingers were met with the soft caress of silky black curls as he teased around the area that he knew was desperate to be touched. Vincent moaned in frustration causing Cid to raise his face to his ear and whisper coarsely into it “Tell me what you want.”

“Please,” Vincent gasped as the blond nuzzled the point just beneath his ear, gently sucking and biting the sensitive flesh.

Cid wasn’t about to press the issue, he was as close to his own breaking point as Vincent was. The way that the other was flexing his body against the ground in arousal was almost too much to bear as he watched lean muscles ripple under gorgeous pale skin.

He moved down Vincent’s body until he reached the other’s throbbing erection and gripped the base firmly, drawing another moan from the gunner. He started with slow, languid licks working from the bottom of the shaft up to the very tip along the underside of the penis. He could feel Vincent straining beneath him, but pressed the other man’s slight hips into the ground, preventing him from bucking too wildly and he increased the tempo of his licks.

Vincent was burning up, the way that Cid kept teasing him was driving him mad, and he wanted more. He had barely even touched himself since they were last together and this sudden sexual release was almost more than he could take. He felt the younger man’s warm mouth suddenly engulf the head of his penis, sucking drops of precum as the tongue flicked rapidly over his raw tip. Slowly the blond man lowered his head downwards, taking even more of his length into his mouth, increasing the tempo with each pass.

Vincent felt himself teetering on the edge as Cid started massaging his hips and running his fingers along his inner thighs as he sucked. All too soon he felt himself pass the point of no return as the pleasure built up until it crashed over his body causing all his muscles to tense as sweet release came, and his lover drank it all up. Vincent slumped back onto the floor, spent.

Cid gazed downwards at his own handiwork. Damn he was beautiful, dark hair spread about around him in wild abandon, in stark contrast with his pale skin. The exhausted spent look on his face as his crimson eyes remained half shut and moist lips slightly open as he panted with the exertion.

Cid lowered his own cum smeared lips to Vincent’s and caught him in a languid kiss, mixing their saliva, sweat and the salty aftertaste of release. As they kissed, Cid became evermore aware of his own unsatisfied need.

Vincent seemed to sense what was required and reached downwards, taking the hard shaft into his hand, pumping the length of it, feeling it tremble beneath his touch. His ministrations caused Cid to toss his head back as he trust himself into his expert hands. Soon Vincent could feel his body returning to a state of heightened arousal, longing for more.

Locking his crimson gaze onto his lover, he grasped Cid’s right hand and drew the pilot’s fingers into his mouth, mimicking what the other had done with his penis, coating the fingers with his salvia. Cid moaned in return and reluctantly drew his moistened digits from the other’s mouth, knowing exactly what to do with them.

Legs were gently spread apart as the blond reached between them to press his fingers against the tight entrance, starting by slipping in one finger and letting Vincent become accustomed to the invasion, slipping slowly in and out, and then adding another, scissoring his fingers, anxious to widen the entrance enough for him to enter.

“Ah…” Vincent moaned in response to the ministrations, everything melted away from him, and nothing was real except what he was feeling right at that moment. He bucked himself onto those fingers, willing them deeper.

In response Cid sought out that sensitive spot, teasing it with the tips of his fingers, sending a fresh wave of arousal over Vincent’s body. He wasn’t sure how much more he could tolerate, all he knew is that he wanted more, he wanted to be filled completely; he wanted them to belong to each other once again.

Vincent couldn’t take it anymore, and he was sure that his partner was at his breaking point as well, by the way that his fingers trembled as they pushed in and out of him. “Please Cid,” he gasped, “take me now.”

The pilot did not need to be told twice; he removed his fingers and positioned the tip of his cock against Vincent’s ass, pausing, letting the anticipation of what was to come heighten the moment even more before slowly pushing in. Cid groaned deep in his throat as he drove himself deeper until he was buried to his hilt; he had almost forgotten just how fucking good this felt as the tight heat engulfed him fully.

His lover was making all sorts of seductive noises, calling out his name as the blond began to thrust in and out. The initial pace was slow letting him savour every inch of goodness as Vincent arched his back sensually beneath him.

Vincent felt like he was dying a slow sweet death as he was finally filled with cock. The initial pain and was soon replaced with the intense pleasure he had denied himself for the past three years. His lover’s muscular chest drifted in and out of focus in front of his crimson eyes as he ground into him slowly. The pace he set was maddening, he wanted more.

Vincent arched his back, driving his own cock up towards the other’s body, letting the friction of his thrusting pleasure his own erection as well. He wrapped his arms around Cid’s neck and pulled himself upwards, almost into a sitting position as he nuzzled against the blond’s neck. Sucking and nipping and coaxing all sort of delightful noises out of the other. Feeling Cid’s hot breath and the pounding of his pulse beneath his teeth as the younger man wrapped his arms tight around his back, rapidly caressing the smooth flesh, imprinting it with his fingers and nails.

Suddenly Vincent pulled himself off of the other, leaving his partner rather confused, but he merely turned over, onto hands and knees; sticking his ass tantalizingly in the air, not wanting it to be left empty for long. Cid was more than willing to comply, quickly slipping his slicked length back inside that delightfully tight hole.

Their breathing became more ragged now, voices hoarse from moans and cries, as their bodies continued to grind together. Cid gripped Vincent’s hips tightly as he dragged the slender man back and forth along his girth, leaning forward to take in the delectable smell of pale skin and dark hair.

Vincent felt Cid drive deeper into him than he could ever remember having happened before, and gasped when he felt the pilot reach around his body to wrap a large hand around Vincent’s own neglected length.

He pumped Vincent’s cock in time with his own trusts; wanting desperately for him to cum again, not wanting to leave his lover unsatisfied. Vincent soon felt the pressure building up in his body once more as he could hear blood pounding in his ears, unable to resist the double assault on his body. The heat built up until he could contain it no longer and his release was accompanied by a husky moan that seemed to reverberate through the cavern.

Cid felt Vincent shudder and moan beneath him, the muscles in his body tensing as he came, more than enough to release the orgasm that had been building in Cid as well. Waves of pleasure crashed over him as he came hard into Vincent’s ass, the orgasm more intense that any he had felt in a very long time.

Exhausted Cid slowly pulled out of Vincent and gathered the other man in his arms once again, pushing his lips onto his partner’s once more, as their hearts pounded steadily on.

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The two men lay next to each other, curled up in each others arms, their clothes still strewn around them as the gentle glow of the lifestream infused crystals basked over everything.

Vincent just lay there thinking that maybe love wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Maybe the risk of getting hurt was worth it; that he shouldn’t chicken out and take the path of least resistance as he had done in the past. Ultimately, it had been love that was able to finally defeat Hojo in the end; Nero’s love for his brother had been what it took to finally drive out the mad scientist and crush him.

Vincent glanced over at Cid, feeling that he should say something, but not sure what. “Don’t you want a cigarette?” he finally asked lamely.

Cid grinned in return, “No way, you definitely satisfy me more than any chemical hit can.”

“So what do we do now?” Vincent asked quietly as he laid his head on Cid’s chest.

“Simple, we do what we should have done three years ago and make this thing we’ve got going on work,” Cid said. “That means no more pushing away,” he tapped Vincent on the nose as he said this, “and no walking away either,” pointing at himself.

Vincent smiled and nuzzled into Cid once more, it was amazing how he could just simplify everything like that. “Promise?” he asked.

“Promise!”

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A/N: Thank you very much for reading! This is my first fic that I’ve posted here, so hopefully I’ll have some feedback from you! (hint hint: please review)

I hope it wasn’t too skimpy on plot for everyone (I was debating over whether I should label it PWP or not).

To whet your appetites, the next chapter will have more Oreo loving with appearances from my favourite Tsviets, Weiss and Nero.