Direction of the Wind

Disclaimer: I didn’t make any money, and they’re not mine. I just invited them out for the evening. Okay, several evenings. //smirk// They enjoyed themselves and cried when they had to go home.

A/N: Let me know if you figure out who I slashed Cid with. I’m taking a poll. And of course, reviews of any kind are always welcome. Oh, and if any of you recognize the story, yes, I did use it in a previous fandom, but I like it much better here, plus if fits in nicely with a much longer story that I’m working on and will hopefully finish in the near future. Thanks!

Thank you to JulieDoc for the beta!

Direction of the Wind
By Chaz


Cid let out a long, shuddering sigh as the hard length of his lover slowly filled him. He fought back the instincts that demanded he push back at a more impatient pace. His battered spirit craved the tenderness being shown him tonight, no matter what his body thought it wanted. Everything had gone so wrong, so quickly, that he needed something right and good and decent to take away the hurt. He couldn’t do it on his own this time. All he touched turned to pain, and he ached for some kind of absolution.

Sensing Cid’s inner turmoil, the man he straddled slid strong, gentle hands up to his ribcage, encircling him in a protective embrace. He pressed the distressed man’s back more securely against his chest and held him in place with careful insistence.

“Sssh, love,” the rich, velvet voice of the older man murmured, his breath stirring the fine strands of Cid’s golden hair. “Let us do all the work tonight. Relax and let us take care of you for once.”

Unused to taking such a passive role, Cid’s first inclination was to balk. But again, his need to be loved overrode his need for control, and he haltingly obeyed the command. Warm lips pressed a quick kiss to his temple then moved on to nibble from the rounded tip of one ear down the side of his neck to where it met his shoulder. Moaning quietly, Cid tilted his head to one side to give his lover better access to tender flesh there. His surrender was rewarded with an increase in the suction at the base of his throat until he knew that he’d been marked. A slow roll of the hips beneath his pulled another low, stuttering sound from deep in Cid’s throat. Needing something to hold onto, he curved one arm up and around the neck of the man possessing him so sweetly, leaning slightly into the pressure of the other’s mouth.

It still wasn’t enough, and Cid nearly wept in despair. He so badly wanted to just give himself over to sensation and forget the horrible early hours of this day, but the memories had him in their clawed grasp and they wouldn’t let go. They wouldn’t let him go.

A soft nip just below his navel distracted him momentarily and brought Cid’s attention to the second of the two men loving him. He settled his free hand on the top of the other man’s head, his fingers flexing against the sensitive scalp in time with the thrusts sliding smoothly into and out of him. A low purr greeted this action, and Cid smiled through his sorrow, pleased he was able to provide someone with pleasure today.

His lingering pain carried through the touch despite Cid’s best intentions. With one last tender kiss to his belly, the fair-skinned man lifted his head and met the sad blue eyes. “Let it all go, Cid, and give yourself into our keeping. We won’t let you lose yourself to what happened,” he vowed in a low, smooth voice. “Just let today go and only feel how much we love you.”

Cid’s breath deserted him at the quiet declaration. Caught between the compelling gaze of the man before him and the sweet, steady ministrations of the man behind him, he struggled to do as he was asked. But it was so hard. He was too used to taking on everyone else’s pain and hiding his own that he had absolutely no practice in doing the opposite. Yet these men knew his soul more intimately than anyone before them, and they weren’t turning away from the ugliness festering there. Instead, they had cast out dual lifelines to pull him out of the black hole he’d fallen into. All he had to do was take hold.

Gasping, choking on the harsh knot of crippling emotions, Cid reached for those lifelines and desperately wrapped them around his heart. Almost immediately, he felt it, a safe and all-encompassing wave of love and understanding flowing freely from both men into him. He could see it, too, shining in the bright eyes that watched him anxiously; and although he couldn’t twist around far enough to see the expression on their older mate’s face, he knew the same look would be there as well. Tears did spill from his eyes this time, but they were tears of release and peace. Fingers tightening around the neck of the man behind him, Cid stretched out his other hand and traced the lines of laughter and worry etched on the beloved features before him.

And, with a small nod, he relinquished himself completely to their loving control.

Gentle, callused fingers caught the hand roving his younger lover’s face, and the lips that had caressed his stomach now nuzzled lightly at Cid’s wrist. Those lips parted, and the hot, wet tip of a tongue traced each vein from the base of his palm to the hollow of his elbow over and over again. When the inside of Cid’s forearm was thoroughly damp, his second lover blew a cool breath over the glistening skin. Cid shivered, causing the man within him to groan as the reaction transmitted skin to skin.

A smile creased the smooth face of the man in front of the joined pair, and a tender, mischievous light sparkled in his eyes. He leaned forward and rubbed noses with Cid in a gesture of light-hearted affection before dipping his head to leave his own mark of possession on the opposite side of the tanned throat. Cid closed his eyes and let the feeling of being loved and owned seep into the damaged places of his soul.

The younger man ran the flat of his tongue across one long collarbone to where the one behind Cid still suckled wetly at his neck. The men’s lips met over the juncture of throat and shoulder and immediately latched onto one another, the hot, mingled breath from the two caretakers igniting a wildfire in the sensitized nerves of their charge.

A muffled, needy sound from Cid brought them back to their appointed task. With one last tangle of tongues, the two men separated. The more experienced of the pair moved his attentions north and captured Cid’s lips in a softly passionate kiss. He abruptly left his blue-eyed lover panting for more as he slowly slithered down the muscled torso, the tip of his tongue mapping a straight line down Cid’s breastbone before veering sharply left. Painting ever-decreasing circles around the dark disc of flesh he found there, the man eventually took pity on his beleaguered mate and sucked the passion-flushed nub into his mouth.

The older man, in the meantime, trailed a series of little, nipping bites down the nearest shoulder blade while oh so gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts into the warm, willing body above him. One of the hands holding Cid around the ribs inched upwards far enough for the long fingers to gently tease the unattended nipple to an aching point. The other hand wandered over the rest of his torso, finding every sensitivity with uncanny accuracy and lingering over each spot until Cid could no longer hold back tiny cries of need and want.

It seemed to be the signal the other two were waiting for. They become more focused in their actions as they attempted to make themselves the only center of Cid’s world. Their fair-haired charge writhed with the pleasure of it until he couldn’t take any more. Shifting his trembling free hand from its place on his leg, he reached out to guide the man bowed before him to the place he needed it most.

Without even looking, the younger man caught the errant hand in a gentle but unbreakable grip and stretched it upward to Cid’s other tormentor. One solid hold was traded for another as the man behind him tugged his arm back to join the one already curled around his neck. When Cid moaned a protest and tried to break free, his older lover encouraged him to leave the arm where it was by licking and nibbling at the tightly coiled biceps, picking up where the younger man had left off earlier.

Arms curved behind his head, legs spread by the thighs he straddled, Cid’s position left him completely vulnerable to whatever the other two men desired. Yet, despite the lovely frustration coursing through him at his inability to participate, he was not afraid. His trust in them ran deep, and tonight, they took loving advantage of that trust.

The hot tongue lashing his nipple moved further down. It circled Cid’s navel and wound a path across his hips while equally hot hands caressed his thighs and moved to cup his balls, rolling them between careful fingers. The tongue then traveled lower, past the long column of flesh that begged for attention, lower to where Cid and their lover were joined. Both men gasped at the sensation and all motion ceased at the startling feel of that damp heat tasting them so intimately, so lovingly.

The older man shifted slightly and began a deeper, more urgent rhythm. Cid arched and twisted, desperately wanting to speed things up even more. The large, scarred hand spanning his ribs held him steadfastly still, though, and kept control of the pace despite the continued provocation of their other lover. Cid growled a mixture of pleasure and frustration and dropped his head back against a sturdy shoulder.

All the frustration was forgotten in the next moment when the teasing tongue left their joining and finally moved to where Cid wanted it the most. The irritated feeling surged back with even greater force when the younger man even then refused to give him all he needed. A tiny lick, a little touch, a gentle poke, a wet swirl, the intermittent puff of warm breath, and endless, teasing lapping, but none of the enveloping heat and wetness that would bring him blessed release.

And suddenly Cid decided that wasn’t what he really wanted anyway. Twisting one of his captured wrists free, he once again sunk his fingers into the spiky hair tickling his stomach and tugged. With one last devastatingly reluctant swirl of the tongue, the man allowed himself to be pulled upward and met Cid’s mouth in a fervent kiss.

When they finally parted for air, Cid rested his head against the shoulder in front of him and whispered into the other man’s ear, “Together. Please, I want to do this together.”

Hearing the quiet plea, the man behind Cid murmured, “Always and forever, love.” Their lover simply nodded his acquiescence, eyes shining with more emotion than he could ever voice aloud.

Rising to his knees, the younger man shuffled forward between the pair’s spread thighs until his erection pressed against Cid’s. The three of them quickly reestablished the rhythm the oldest of them had started earlier. The prolonged assault had each of them so close that it only took a few more moments before first Cid, then the man inside him, and finally the man in front of him were shouting their release.

As the shuddering finally began to subside, the younger man drew back and carefully helped the other one sandwiching Cid to shift so that the older two were lying on their sides, still joined. They both knew that Cid preferred to remain filled for as long as possible when he was the one taken. It made him feel loved and wanted, and tonight especially, he needed that. Throwing one arm protectively over Cid’s broad chest, the taller man snuggled into his back. From the other side, their young lover cuddled them both to his chest, effectively cocooning the healing soul in a haven of warmth and safety.

His doubts and worries temporarily laid to rest, Cid smiled wearily at the soft “I love you’s” from his mates and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

~owari~