Coffin Sex

Notes: Yeah, forgive mistakes, like always. I DO NOT proof read anything. My god, you should just be glad I write anything, with how lazy I am. x.x BUT! This I wanted to write, granted I DO blame Graham for making me WANT to write it. It’s not a bad thing, I’ll admit. And, in light of that, this is FOR him. He sat here half the night, supporting and motivating me to get this done. And so...ALL HIS! ^^ I hope he likes it, as poor a job as I always do and all. And for the rest of you that read it, I hope you like it, too. ^^


Coffin Sex


This was it.

Really.

Vincent sighed softly. He was going to HAVE to move his coffin, find a new place to hide it. After all, every single time he tried to go back to sleep in the basement of the ShinRa Mansion, Cid just HAD to come after him. That was better than Cloud, of course, but it still did defeat the purpose.

“Cid…” Vincent grunted, glaring up at the blonde pilot. The pilot had simply taken it upon himself to sit on the raven haired male, INSIDE of his coffin. “You have to stop this…”

“No can do, Vince. I’ve told you before…”

“That again? Honestly…I’ve told you before, you deserve someone who can stay with you. Someone warm and open and…” Vincent sighed softly again. He’d said these words so many times. By now Cid MUST have knew them.

“And I’ve told you…” Cid grabbed the raven haired male’s shoulders and gave him a shake. “I don’t need any of that, Vince! How many fucking times do I have to tell you I LOVE YOU? You might be cold, anti-social and stubborn, but I accept that. And I will get it through that damn, thick skull of yours!”

Vincent shook his head with a grunt and twisted around, half shoving Cid off in the process. He moved to the side of the coffin and started to crawl out of it, only to have his foot snagged by the pilot. He let out a breath and glanced over his shoulder, fixing him with the nastiest glare he could muster.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Cid grinned and pulled him back into the coffin. “I have to make this fucking trip ONCE a week, on top of taking out the time to explain the same shit to you EVERY time. I plan to get something out of it, Vince.”

“You’re impossible.” Vincent rolled onto his back, regretting it immediately, since Cid went right back to sitting atop him. “Hn. And you call ME stubborn?”

“Yeah, I did. Never said I WASN’T, though.”

“Hopeless…”

Cid grunted lightly, even though Vincent was probably right. Nah, he WAS right. But he couldn’t really help it, either. Ever since he’d met the raven haired male, who had looked like he wanted little to do with Cloud and company, he’d been unable to get him out of his thoughts. Sure, he’d tried. There was just SOMETHING about Vincent, though. And hell, it wasn’t like Vincent didn’t like him. He KNEW the raven haired male did. He simply had trouble expressing it. And after such a troublesome past, he was afraid of it, too.

“Cid. Get up.”

“Huh?”

“Get off!” Vincent growled impatiently. “You’re not light.”

Cid grumbled under his breath, a long string of various, colorful curses, but didn’t comply with Vincent’s strongly stated wishes. Nah, no fun in that, either. He lowered his head and pressed a rough kiss to Vincent’s mouth, watching with satisfaction as blood red eyes widened. For all the times they’d been through nearly the same routine, it always seemed to take Vincent off guard, if only for the first few seconds. There was a great deal of appeal in that, though, at least to Cid. It was one of the rare times when Vincent showed something other than his usual broodiness. And it was proof that there was still human in him, even if Vincent insisted on calling himself NOTHING but a monster.

“Hnn…” Vincent shoved his clawed hand to Cid’s chest and shoved him back, drawing in a deep breath. He should have seen it coming. “I am NOT about to go through this with you again.”

“Yeah you are, Vince.”

“Cid. No.”

“Don’t be a baby. I told you, I have to come all this fucking way, I’m gonna make the best of it.”

Vincent rubbed the side of his face with his good hand. “And you’re going to tell me you CAN’T wait until we get back to Rocket Town?” Yeah, he already knew Cid would MAKE him go back. And he’d go. He always did, even if he found a way to slip back off again.

“Nope.”

“But…you’d have more room.”

“Vince! There’s plenty of room, with or without the lid on this thing. Stop your whining!”

“…This is wrong on so many levels.

“Ah well.” Cid grabbed the lid and yanked it onto the coffin, as if to prove a point. Really, there was enough room to at least be comfortable and more than enough room for the usual purposes he had in mind. “Look at that.”

“Yes, well…” Vincent cleared his throat, averting his gaze. “It doesn’t make it right.”

“Probably not.” Cid leaned his head down to kiss Vincent again. But the raven haired male was, as always, faster. And more stubborn. A clawed hand stopped Cid at the last moment and shoved him back, which caused him to hit his head against the lead with a dull ‘thud’. He let loose with another string of curses, scowling. “Damn it, Vince! What the hell was that for!?”

“I told you…”

“Yeah, yeah…” Cid grumbled and got a hold of Vincent’s wrists, pinning them at his sides. That would only serve as a temporary fix, but it was better than nothing. And it did give him his chance to kiss Vincent, briefly, and far gentler than he’d been the first time. “See…not so bad. Vince…”

“I won’t win, will I?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Fine…” Vincent sighed. “But only if you’re quick.”

“…Picky bastard.”

Vincent smirked, strangely satisfied. “Take it or leave it.”

Cid grunted softly. If he waited, he’d have been giving into what Vincent originally wanted; waiting. And he liked waiting about as much as he liked losing, even in the smallest sense. So if Vincent wanted to play it that way, he’d take the offer as it was. Damn, picky beast. But…whatever. He leaned down for another kiss, more aggressive, grinding against Vincent with equal force. There really was something to be said for Vincent’s tendency to run off…being away from him for a day usually drove Cid crazy, so by the time a week had passed, the feeling had increased tenfold. The same must have applied to Vincent, too, since he sure seemed to get harder a whole lot faster after their time apart. It was a little fact Cid had no overlooked. And he found it oddly flattering, too.

“You know, Vince…” Cid murmured lightly, smirking. “For all your fuss, I think you like this. I think you look forward to it. That would explain why you run away all the damn time.”

“Hn.” Vincent raised crimson eyes to stare into the deep, blue one’s of Cid. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Nothing stupid about it. I mean, a few rough kisses, few touches and you’re--”

“Don’t even.”

Cid grinned broadly. “I rest my case. You LIKE it.”

“Shut up.” Vincent grumbled, turning his head away from him. “If you INSIST on doing this, what do you plan to use?”

“Uh. Well I could--”

“Don’t suggest anything stupid.”

“…Fine.” Cid grunted, rummaging about in his coat pocket. He produced a potion bottle and waved it in front of Vincent. “Will THIS suit you?”

“Hmm…” Vincent reached out and plucked the bottle from Cid’s grasp, regarding it carefully. “It’ll work.” He offered it back to the pilot.

“Hn. Glad to have your approval.” Cid grabbed the bottle from him, scowling again. “You’re never happy unless you make this difficult.”

“It could be worse.” Vincent smirked, reaching out with his good hand, using it to tease fingers over the zipper of Cid’s pants. “I COULD turn into the Galian Beast. Well, since it’s you, I’d only half change, but…”

“I know, I know. Though I’ve learned how to handle you in that fucking freaky form, Vince.”

“Oh?” Vincent arched a brow, curious about this particular statement. He unsnapped the button of Cid’s pants, dragged down the zipper and pushed his fingers inside. “And how is that?”

“The tail.” Cid groaned, pushing his pants down further to give Vincent added access. “Half or full beast, you becoming a purring, cooperate kitten when your tail is stroked.”

“Damn.” It was Vincent’s turn to scowl, his entire expression sour. “Can we get this over with?”

“Yes, yes! Jesus Christ, whatever makes you happy!”

“Well, I’d like it better if we--”

“…Don’t push it, Vince.”

Vincent offered a faint smirk and shrugged his shoulders. He used his clawed fingers to unfasten his own pants, working deftly with what most would consider a handicap. And, frankly, he’d always found it faster to do it himself. If left to Cid, it could take an age…and he’d have to suffer the added cursing. With the first part of the task out of the way, he hooked his claw into one of the leather belt loops and tugged his pants down, just enough to get them out of the way. He snagged the bottle back from Cid with the same hand and pushed the cap off, dipping in two fingers from his good hand, soaking the gloved digits with the nearly clear, and nearly unscented, liquid. He shoved the bottle back into Cid’s hands and sighed softly, brining his fingers down to his entrance. Normally, he’d let Cid handle preparing him, but there were times when he knew better. After arguing, or making Cid wait, he couldn’t be trusted.

“You gonna be okay with that, Vince?” Cid questioned almost absently, already slicking his cock with a liberal amount of the potion bottles contents.

“Yes, Highwind. I think I can handle it.” Vincent grumbled sourly, glaring at the pilot again. He drew in a deep breath and slowly pushed both fingers into himself. It hurt at first, as it always did, but it was nothing beyond what he could handle. In fact, it was a more pleasant pain than many of the other things he’d endured. “…See?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Vincent stared at him for a long moment, and then averted his gaze again as he finally began to work his fingers in and out of himself. It honestly was quicker when he did it of his own accord. And it was far easier to tell when he was ready, which cut out the time spent having Cid ask him. Repeatedly. And speaking of Cid, he could FEEL the pilot’s gaze on him, though he opted not to acknowledge him. Or not directly, anyway. He did increase the pace of his ministrations, groaning softly. The quicker done, the quicker he could put the night behind him…until next week, most likely.

“God, Vince. You’re always saying you’re a monster…” Cid pushed a hand through raven hair, which brought the attention of Vincent’s crimson eyes to his face. “But all I see is one fucking beautiful man.”

“…Stop being lame.”

“Hey! I mean it. You never believe me!” Cid sighed, falling silent. It lasted for a better part of a minute before he arched a brow. “Sooo…you ready?”

Vincent glared at him. So much for avoiding THAT question. “…Yes.” He let out a breath and withdrew his fingers from himself, letting his hand fall to his side. “Remember what I said.”

“Fuck! Quickness. Yes, I remember, your Highness!”

“As long as we understand one another.”

“Yeah, I understand fine. You get what YOU fucking want, Vince.”

Vincent shrugged, ignoring the jab, and rolled over, presenting his backside to Cid with a soft grunt. He HATED that position, loathed it, in fact. But it was the easiest way to make it work in such a confined space, since he was not about to strip down to nothing in his coffin. And NOTHING Cid could come up with would change his mind on that. But he could already feel Cid over him, pressing against him, which indicated he didn’t care either way, a little fact Vincent had come to expect and ultimately come to accept. Trying to change Cid would have resulted in complete failure, anyway.

“…Hurry up.”

“Quiet, Vince.”

“Cid!”

“Okay, okay. Jesus.” Cid grabbed Vincent’s slender waist and pushed forward, burying himself fluidly in the tightness that was Vincent. The moan that drew from Vincent was as delightfully satisfying, the same as it always was. But unlike his rough, brash attitude, he stilled and he waited. He respected Vincent far too much to needlessly harm him. “Just tell me when…”

“Cid…” Vincent groaned, lowering his head. Instead of attempting to argue, he took a few, deep breaths, relaxing his body further. “It’s fine. Please…”

Cid LOVED hearing that word from Vincent, since it was so rare for the raven haired male to want something so badly that he’d outwardly ask for it, at least when the matter was pleasure. In that area there was NO ONE more stubborn than Vincent Valentine. And he loved Vincent too much to deny him any request, now was no different. He firmly held Vincent’s waist and pulled out, briefly lamenting at the loss of such exquisite, tight heat. But it was only temporary, and the feeling of pushing back in was even more glorious, drawing a deep groan from the pilot and self-proclaimed beast alike. THAT was all the motivation Cid required and he hastily set a languid, though deep, pace. Vincent didn’t want to waste any time, after all, so each thrust was angled just so, knowing the exact spot to brush each time.

“…Nn. You listened.”

“ANYTHING for you, Vince…”

Cid leaned himself in closer, nuzzling tousled, raven locks. The new angle aided him in getting that last touch deeper and with each passing minute he couldn’t help from speeding up. It was that same, unexplainable fact; there was SOMETHING about Vincent, something that drove him wild in the most primal of ways. And when he finally caught onto the fact that Vincent was stroking himself, something that was a COMPLETE rarity, the feeling doubled. No, tripled. And with it, so did his pace again, which turned his thrusts into an almost wild, bucking of his hips. That earned him another moan out of Vincent, more beautiful than the others he’d ever been graced with, a fact that caused him to groan deep in his throat. God, he loved him so much.

“Aah! Cid…I…”

Cid nuzzled Vincent’s hair again, inhaling his scent. “Shit…”

Vincent groaned, coming over his hand with a powerful, and very graceful, arch of his back. And to one Cid Highwind, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing Vincent at the very moment of release. And it was something he was PROUD only he got to see. That had to mean something, too. It had to be another shred of proof, even small, that Vincent really did care for him. But those things could wait, as asking Vincent anything now would be pointless. And he didn’t think he could be bothered with such a trial, either, not with Vincent’s inner muscles clenched SO tightly around him. He usually prided himself on being able to outlast his companion, but that wasn’t within the realm of possibility. Not now. So he opted for instinct, digging his fingers roughly into Vincent’s slim waist, forcing himself in one last time so he could come deep inside of the raven haired male with a loud moan.

“Nn…” It took almost several minutes, but it was Vincent that was the first to say anything, as per the norm. “I should stop running off…” He gave Cid a slight jab in the ribs, finally aware that the pilot had collapsed atop him.

“Nah.” Cid moved slowly, gently pulling out of Vincent. It was regrettable to lose the feeling, but he couldn’t stay there forever, either. “I like it better this way. Fuck, I think I like having sex in your coffin better than anywhere else.”

“Again….HOPELESS.”

“Heh.” Cid moved to sit up, to make it easier to tug his pants back up, only to crack his head on the coffin lid again. “Jesus fucking Christ. Twice in one day!”

“Your idea…” Vincent muttered, pushing the lid off the coffin.

“Hmph.” Cid sat up, now with the proper room, and pulled his pants back up. He offered Vincent a glare. “As if you didn’t like it.”

Vincent shrugged as he sat up, pulling up his own pants, as well. No point in dignifying that with a response. But for the sake of being difficult, as Cid always accused him of being, he leaned forward and wiped his come covered hand on Cid’s jacket with a smirk.

“GODDAMN IT! VINCE! What the hell’s wrong with you!?”

“Payback.”

“FUCK!”

Vincent smirked and leaned back against his coffin, watching as Cid yanked the coat off and bundled it up, climbing out of the coffin as he uttered a dozen curses. He shook his head slowly. “Doesn’t take long for the same, old Highwind to surface, does it?”

“You should talk. Let’s go…”

Cid offered a hand to the raven haired male. Vincent regarded it, and then took the hand, pulling himself out of the coffin. He eyed Cid, and then started on his way, leaving the blonde pilot to catch up with him, for better or worse.