Tell me your secret

The pilot and Turk were in the former's room after their game of Truth or Dare. It had been a relatively short session, but somehow one thing led to another and Cid had been dared to let Vincent know his "deepest, most utterly embarrassing secret". So Cid had ushered the Turk to his cabin on the Highwind, and was pulling something out from deep under the bed.

Vincent had to make a double take when he got a good look at Cid's secret. An adult "toy". While not outlandishly big, it was certainly quite long and thick. The realistic head and overdone veins both unnerved and intrigued him. Never in his wildest fantasies would he have imagined Cid, of all people, to posses such an object. And admit he'd used it too? It almost felt like some bizarre parallel dimension. If that was the case though, he certainly didn't have too urgent a desire to get back to the "real world".

The blond looked horribly bashful as he set the rubber phallus on the bed, then kept his arms behind him, like a scolded schoolboy. "Yeah, I know it's kinda out there. But I just had to get it, ya know Vince? I've only used it a couple of times, and I always chicken out before I can get even a third of the length in." He laughed, and dropped his eyes away from Vincent, blushing quite a bit. "Aw hell, I sound like an idiot, don't I?"

Vincent was quiet for a second, then walked over to the bed, and picked up the stiff object by the base. He stared at it without any expression on his face, feeling only slightly guilty for making Cid more nervous about this whole situation. But he enjoyed it. After all, having Cid be so damn shy and hesitant about something so exquisitely kinky turned him on. He finally smiled, a truly Turkish smirk, and held it towards the pilot. "You know how you still owe me a dare? I want to watch you play with it. Right now."

Cid's mouth actually dropped, and it took him a moment to respond. "Y-You're kidding right? I mean, ya can't be serious. Right Vince?" Receiving no answer but that same smirk, Cid felt a chill work its way down his spine. Something was wrong here. Vincent just HAD to be joking with him. Probably his own bit of revenge for Cid's dare for him to sing that horribly embarrassing song to himself in full view of the others. Assuming that Vincent was merely trying to embarrass him, he decided to play along, until the Turk would tell him to stop. Shouldn't be too long, considering how prude he was at times. "All right, fine. One free show, coming up." He tried to grin, but it was obvious he was nervous about the prospect, despite thinking it would be over before it really started.

The Turk simply smiled as Cid started to undress, wishing he had known his flyboy had such a fetish. Who knew how many more he might have? And to think, if he had only admitted his own little quirks, their lovemaking could have been so much more... involved. Granted, Vincent didn't have any qualms about it, it was just that sometimes he almost felt bored to be playing vanilla interests for Cid's sake. Now it seemed he might never be bored again. Still though, he wondered just how often Cid played with this thing. He seemed so nervous about it. Thinking that, Vincent decided he'd do his best to help Cid overcome that fear he had of the obscene toy. It would certainly be fun.

Naked, and feeling rather vulnerable considering who was in the room with him (it was certainly disconcerting that he still had all his clothes on), Cid walked towards the bed, trying to think of what to start to do. Why hadn't Vincent stopped him yet? Was he really serious about wanting to see? His hand shaking slightly, Cid reached out, his hand shaking slightly, and took the toy from Vincent's hand. He stared at it and took a deep breath, then decided this would be so much easier if he didn't have to look at Vincent's predatory smile.

Wanting to practically cackle in delight, Vincent stayed quiet as Cid got on his hands and knees on the bed, with his rear towards Vincent, though at a slight angle. The Turk pulled up a chair, and got comfortable, all ready feeling his organ stiffen in his pants.

Shaking a little more now, Cid lifted the toy behind him, barely touching the tip to his orifice. He waited a handful of excruciating seconds, silently begging Vincent to end this all ready. But nothing of the sort happened. Merely a sigh that Cid recognized as his partner's impatience. Taking one more deep breath and holding it in, Cid decided to go for it. He felt almost betrayed, but only just realized that he was at least halfway hard by now. He forgot about Vincent calling this off, and slowly pressed the tip of the beast against his opening.

Vincent jumped at the moan Cid made, but regained himself quickly. It was so... needy and wanton and downright slutty that he could barely believe it came from Cid. Yes, he was an incredible sexy man and all, but this was just so different. He hoped he would hear it often from now on, now that he knew how beautiful Cid could sound, as long as he had ample "stimulus".

Slowly pushing the phallus inside himself, Cid closed his eyes and bit his lip. He couldn't believe what he was doing. What would Vincent think of him? Probably think him a whore, since not only did he need 'things' like they did, but also makes noises like them. But there was something about doing this right now, in front of Vincent, who sounded like he'd actually sat down to watch, that made him not want to stop. He was relaxing much more than usual, and though he still didn't rush, there was a new sensation of pleasure from where he continued to nudge in the toy.

Vincent watched with hungry eyes, realizing that he'd subconsciously taken off everything but his pants. And why not? With this kind of display, there was no way he'd be able to resist. Then he saw that Cid had reached the first third of length, and was hesitating. An evil smile grew on his face as he got up silently. Standing next to Cid, he placed his hand on the blond's slightly sheened back, and spoke softly to him, "Let me help you Cid. You've done nicely so far, but I'm sure I can be of assistance." He almost laughed when he felt the shorter man tense up, and heard him make a whimper as certain strained muscles clenched around something they'd been trying to be relaxed against. "You're beautiful like this Chief. I'm glad we played that stupid game after all."

Daring to breathe again, Cid bit his lip again. Vincent's feather light touch started where his hand had been on his upper back, then slowly trailed down to the lower curve, and then the flesh of his rear. He moved his own hand hesitantly from the toy's base to the mattress, not sure if he was going to have to brace himself or what. He trusted Vincent completely, but that didn't mean he didn't feel cautious on those rare occasions he sounded like that. Like some kinda incubus or something. Sexy, but still having demonic caliber thoughts. He gasped loudly when they toy was twisted inside him, about a quarter turn. It didn't hurt, but he had not been expecting anything like that, never having tried something even remotely similar. He had just been too afraid. The blond turned his head cautiously, lower lip trembling from the new pleasurable tingles it made inside him.

"I told you I could help. Now turn around before you get a crick in your neck. It's not that much fun if you concentrate on watching, instead of feeling." Vincent said it in jest, but an idea entered his head from his words, and he started making a plan that would allow himself to have a nice time besides just watching. Although for now watching seemed a very nice choice. He turned the toy again, but slower, this time giving it the slightest forward pressure. Cid seemed to tense forward away from it, but he then moved back, a bit more than he had tried to move. While it did delight Vincent to see Cid impale himself on the thick object, he also found pleasure in doing it himself.

He then paused, and pulled it out with a steady motion, none too slow. The pilot gasped again, and gave a slight whimper at the sudden emptiness. "Silly me, I just realized what you're missing." He walked away from the bed, leaving Cid to make a muttered "N-no..." as he assumed Vincent was just going to leave him there all riled up like a cat in heat. Vincent returned quickly, and started sliding in the toy back inside his lover, now having lubricated it. "See, isn't that better?" His movement was firm as he got it back to about the previous length it had been inside him, and he smiled at Cid's mindless "Uh-huuuuhhh..." response.

He took his sweet time to move it forward more, and twist it just a little to stretch the blond out. He also would give it the slightest push up and down on it, grinning at the pilot's whimpering noises of pleasure. The Turk loved having control of this, how he was the one making Cid squirm as he was. There was also the wonderful obscene way the huge toy intruded in the pilot's body, halfway in now, and looking so very dirty. His own manhood became harder, but he ignored the urge to stroke himself. But he did start pushing the object a bit more urgently, yet refrained from the wish to just shove it all in at once. Barely.

Cid gripped the sheets as he made more whimpers and other noises, breathing hard while being at Vincent's mercy. The sensation was all wonderful, but always borderlining on pain, though it was not a bad place to be. He breathed in harshly as he felt the dildo being pushed deeper inside him, ravaging him. The blond wanted to crawl forward now, but he remained where he was, bracing against it by sheer will. The thing got deeper and deeper inside him, and his cries were both begging for mercy from the delight, and from a bit of pain. Finally he felt the soft rubber ball sack rub against his body, and made a slight chuckle as he tried to breathe. Somehow Vincent had done it. It was all the way inside of him, possessing him by the Turk's command. And damn it felt good.

Vincent took a slight pause, wanting Cid to be fully used to the thing before he moved it. But he couldn't wait as long as he should have, just seeing it buried to the hilt in his lover. His claws gripped what they could of the base and slowly pulled it out so that only the enlarged tip was left inside. He heard Cid's pleading whimper as he pulled, and slowed more, teasing him. When he pushed it forward he grinned at the blond's louder cry. The way his body shivered was a beautiful thing to behold. He then worked at pumping it in and out with a slow rhythm, until he was sure that he would not be hurting the man who was begging for it just by seeming so debauched.

It did start to hurt, just a little, but Cid didn't ask for Vincent to stop. It felt good to have that pain, as if it made the naughtiness of it all become pure again. Perhaps Vincent's rants of 'punishment for his sins' had started to rub off on him a bit. His cries were in time with the thrusts, different ones depending what direction the object was going.

The cries were gaining in volume, which only made Vincent increase his speed to hear them more. But then he wondered what might happen if he was heard by the crew, or a passing group member. He and Cid both felt unashamed for loving each other, but Vincent doubted that the pilot felt the same of sounding like he was, and announcing it to everyone. He stopped, removing the phallus completely, then walked around the bed and started sitting on it in front of Cid.

"Wh-Why'd you stop Vince?" The rough voice was softened by his worry that this was the end he had been paranoid about, that Vincent was going to just stop before he was able to reach his peak. He didn't think Vincent would do such a thing, but the need for release pushed away his common sense. Maybe the first time he'd paused for lube was merely a starting tease, and this was the final one.

"You're too loud Chief. I merely want to get you to quiet down a bit." His flesh hand caressed the blond's stubbled face gently as he spoke. "And besides, I really can't let you have all the fun. Fold your elbows." He had maneuvered himself with his crotch under Cid's head, and started undoing his pants to take out his aching erection.

Cid understood what Vincent wanted, and lowered himself accordingly. They had never orally pleased each other, and the way Vincent looked so smug made Cid feel a bit vulnerable about it, though he still lovingly took the head of his partner's manhood in his mouth, sucking on it gently. He felt he owed this to the man who'd brought him so much pleasure, despite feeling a bit of fear at the idea. The blond worked dutifully at his job, though it was really a case of trial and error. Finally he had most of what he could take in his throat, trying to swallow past the gag reflex. The brunet wasn't as endowed as the toy, but realistically speaking, he was certainly well off in size. It also helped how Vincent was leaning over his head and shoulders, rubbing his lower back sweetly. He heard Vincent speak, but wasn't able to comprehend what he meant until it was too late. "Now don't bite," as soon as the words were said, the toy was back inside him all the way, being stuffed almost viciously by the Turk.

Delighted he'd made the pilot make such a startled noise (which vibrated wonderfully all around his encased organ), Vincent starting thrusting the toy out and in quickly, which made the blond try even more ferverently to suck and massage him with that naturally talented tongue. Cid's muffled noises were loud, but at least no longer as they had been before. Vincent enjoyed them, how desperate and needy they were. Despite how much he wanted to wait, he released quite soon, biting his lip to silence his yell of passion at least somewhat. His lover took the opportunity of Vincent's still hand to really concentrate on his lover's organ, drawing out the orgasm as long as he could. He swallowed Vincent's seed, taking extra care to lick the organ clean.

Huddled over Cid, whilst gripping onto his waist for support, Vincent finally felt able to take a deep breath, and kissed his thanks on the pilot's back. He took another moment to just relax and enjoy the sensational feelings he'd just felt, now wanting Cid to join him in the ecstasy. He went back to moving the phallus, starting off slowly while slightly rotating it, but hurrying soon. He wanted Cid to have a release quickly, since he started to feel a little guilty for constantly stopping and making his lover wait.

Cid cried and moaned loudly, but then pressed his face on Vincent's thigh, though it seemed to only barely stifle his noises. His hands clenched and unclenched almost spastically, and his feet arched tightly as well. There was no doubt in his mind that this time, Vincent would finally bring him to a mind-blowing climax, though because of his situation, the thought was fuzzy and quickly pushed away. The only thing in his mind now was the exquisite pleasure that flowed through every cell of his body, concentrating most in his brain where it felt like the only purpose of living. His every breath was punctuated by the motions of the object that Vincent manipulated, keeping him unable to think of anything else.

Smiling at the quivering and moaning mess he'd turned the blond into, Vincent continued what he was doing, driving the phallus like a machine into Cid's body. He was curious as to how long he could keep Cid in this manner, but knew it must be torturous enough having waited this long. He took no rest or pause this time, abusing his lover until he heard him cry out in sheer ecstasy.

The blond tried to be quiet before, but now he raised his upper body and threw his head back as he practically screamed in pleasure. He shakingly dropped back on the bed, trembling from the minor muscle twitches all over his body, and making a few soft moans at the last bit of spasming his body was doing around the toy. He raised his head off Vincent's leg, trying to smile at him. He wanted to thank the Turk, but didn't know the words necessary that would prove just how much gratitude he had, for everything.

Vincent seemed to understand though, and caressed the pilot's hair gently with his flesh hand as he leaned back. "I suppose this means we'll have to order the others to disembark regularly, or get better sound insulation for your room. While I appreciated that beyond belief, I doubt the others did." He scooted down on the bed and hugged his lover, reaching around him to gently pull the beast out, then tossed it aside.

The blond made more of an effort to silence his sore complaints against Vincent's shoulder, but he relaxed again as the Turk kept caressing his back. "I'm glad you didn't think it was weird or anything, Vince." His muffled voice was soft, but absolutely at peace now that he had found how much this slim killer loved him, and wasn't disappointed by him.

The brunet chuckled, a slightly smug noise, "Not at all Cid. Trust me, when we land near a big city, that little toy of yours will be the least weird thing you'll get to experience." He kissed the pilot's lips when the blond head moved up to ask what he meant, trying to stall him. "All in good time. You see how secrets are better revealed when you've had a bit of time to let them run around in your brain." Vincent closed his eyes and sighed softly, his body wearied and ready to sleep. He knew he'd need his rest for the days and weeks ahead when he would introduce Cid to all the little fantasies he'd kept hidden for so long, since it seemed his lover wasn't as prude as he thought he was.


---the end (for now XD)