Midgar Slumps

“Cid. Did I ever tell you how dignified being studious makes you?”

Cerulean eyes flicked up at the voice, not sure what he was hearing. “Come again?”

“It… fits you. Appearing that way. It truly is a shame that you don’t do it more.” The bed dipped a little as the other man settled on the edge and Cid scrambled to grab his book before it fell to the floor.

Almost glaring at the ebony-locked man, he frowned. “Still don’t get what you’re goin’ on about. I’m just lookin’ up some shit.” He waved the book in his hands as emphasis.

In reality, he felt like throwing the volume at Vincent. He had been lying there staring at the same book for well over five hours, yet nothing was making sense. Which was out of the ordinary for him seeing as how he lived to do these types of projects. He suddenly found he had an enormous disdain for the man who had assigned him to this particular job. Not only was he not understanding the tiny intricacies of this little bit of machinery, but he had a deadline. And that deadline happened to be today.

“Look,” he said flatly, “I’m not in the mood to joke around, ‘kay? I just wanna get this damned thing done, get it to Reeve then come back an’ pass out. No jokes, no playin’, no nothin’, got it?” He groaned as he rubbed a hand across his face, reminding himself exactly how much sleep he’d lost so far. Last night's hour was simply a tease to him and nothing more.

Vincent stayed silent, watching him. Finally after a few moments of nothing, he shrugged, giving Cid the impression that he was either seeing things or that the gunner had indeed changed over the years. It was hard to tell anymore though. Even if Vincent had started to come out of his beloved shadows, he still clung to them whenever possible. And that just served to confuse the pilot beyond any reclamation when the man happened to smile or laugh. It just didn’t seem right, even if he was changing. But then again…it had been a few years, hadn’t it?

Three to be exact. Actually, almost four now. And it was a miracle that they were all still around, let alone what changes happened to whom. And now they were all fighting a different battle: one to keep the planet going by reclaiming the lost land, by rebuilding the broken cities. And one in particular kept them all near each other.

Midgar. Cid honestly doubted that he would ever be done with that haunted city. Which was probably why he was in the outer town of Edge right now. Sure, he had his house half-way across the world in Rocket Town. Yet it seemed that he spent more time in this run-down hotel room than anywhere else. He hadn’t even been home in a good three weeks. No doubt Shera was going nuts without him.

Speaking of… he frowned and glanced down at his left hand, sliding a convenient piece of paper over the golden band. According to him, it was a marriage he could do without. The only reason he had gone through with it was because the girl had no where else to go. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her… He just didn’t love her the way she thought he did. He didn’t love here the way she loved him.

Which probably made it a good thing he was constantly over here in Edge, despite the poor accommodations, the god-awful work and deadlines, and even the daily trek to Reeve's through the crying groups of refugees. It was the last thing he wanted to go through, but it was better to him than constantly having to confess a false love.

“Something wrong?”

He glanced up at the gunner, having almost forgotten he was there. Shaking his head, he pulled his book back open and started searching for his page silently. Vincent had heard his complaints about his life far too often. In fact, he had been one of the ones to encourage Cid to marry Shera, which surprised the hell out of the pilot. After all, it just didn’t seem normal for a man to tell his lover to propose to a woman he didn’t love. But then again, not even Cid understood Vincent enough to predict his ideas.

He almost smiled at the thought of calling the gunner his lover. It still stunned him speechless when he found himself tangled in the slender arms, still stunned him when he felt those soft kisses against his skin. Come to think of it…”Vince… stop it.”

Vincent ran his hand over Cid’s nape before smiling and pressing another kiss to the tanned skin. “Why? You never complained before.”

“I’m not complainin’, I’m just wantin’ ya to stop. I need to get this thing done by four an’ you kissin’ on me isn’t helpin’.” He slapped a hand across his neck, rubbing softly before he was stopped by gentle lips brushing his fingers. “Vince… doncha have anythin’ else to do?” he asked, his voice achieving a slightly whining tone he knew usually worked.

Sitting up, the gunman shook his head slightly, a shadowed smile resting on his face.

“Liar.” Blue eyes once again turned to the scrawled writing he was slowly adding to on the page. “I know you’re ‘sposed to work today too. Actually, aren’t ya already ‘sposed to be there?”

Vincent pursed his lips before smiling again and blowing a soft breath out. “I figure that Reeve owes us both a day off. Besides, according to Tifa, I’m still recovering. If you remember, she practically ordered me not to leave my apartment until Tuesday.”

“Yeah, well, it’s Sunday an’ you’re not in your apartment. You’re here sittin’ on my bed.” Absently he tapped the end of his pencil against the bedspread, a little anxious at not having his project finished. Reeve was a good guy overall, but Cid had learned not to miss his deadlines. He’d been placed on the rosters for make-up work far too much and honestly disliked coming back to his room smelling like the local latrine.

A small "hmm" echoed in his ear as warm breath caressed it. “I can’t help it if I’m here because I spent the night.” Vincent was trying to make it difficult for him, he knew.

Huffing lightly, he laid his cheek on his book. “Look, Vince, I’ve gotta get this done. Then I’ve gotta get my ass over to Reeve’s an’ kiss up so he accepts it since it’s already late. Then I’m plannin’ on sayin’ bye-bye to the world for a few hours. So please, if ya want somethin’ can’t it wait?”

Crimson eyes narrowed and he sucked in a breath as Vincent growled into his ear. “Not really, Cid.”

“But I—Vince…” he whined again, looking pitifully at the gunner. While he hardly ever passed up an opportunity at sex with the beautiful man, this was one of those times when he needed to. And the fact that Vincent was only urging him on wasn’t helping the matter. The fact that he was simply sitting there wasn’t helping the matter. “I really need to get this do—“

A hand clamped over his mouth as a flash of gold brought his eyes to where the assortment of papers was shut inside the book and dropped to the floor. A rough kiss landed on his lips and he opened his mouth willingly, not wanting to fight the gunner. He knew what happened when he fought the man on things such as these, especially when he was being kissed so hungrily. He had the scars to prove it.

Raising his arms up into the air, he showed his submission much to the pleasure of the raven-haired man. As fingertips tickled down his back, Cid couldn’t help but smile at his lover before being captured in another breath-stealing kiss. He had to admit, Vincent knew how to turn his mood around.

The shirt went first, cold air hitting his chest as Vincent ran soft kisses down his skin to start working at his belt. He knew it was best to just lie back and enjoy it when the man got into these moods. And while he wasn’t one to surrender to another, he was completely willing for what he knew Vincent was hiding for him.

Lips closed over a nipple in a soft kiss as deft fingers slipped under his belt, tugging it loose. Only when the leather strap was dropped to the floor beside the abandoned book did Vincent relinquish his hold on Cid, leaning back to pull his own clothing loose.

Blue eyes widened a little in anticipation: Vincent meant business this time. There would be no fooling around, no waiting to make it longer. There would just be them and the bed, nothing else. Not that he wanted anything else. To him, just Vincent was all he needed to make it in this world anymore.

Black cloth seemed to melt from the slender frame that he loved so much and he reached forward, pushing the silken shirt off of the creamy shoulders. Leaning forward, he took a soft kiss before quickly slipping his hands inside the remaining garments to caress warm thighs, earning a yelp from the other. He grinned, snagging another kiss from the gasping man. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“Your hands are cold,” Vincent replied quickly, repeating the pilot’s actions and pushing the khaki pants down a little.

“Well then, warm ‘em up, why doncha?” Another grin settled on the blond’s face as he slid his hands closer to Vincent’s groin, enjoying the shiver he felt running up the powerful legs.

The steady gaze of crimson disappeared for a moment behind obsidian lashes as Vincent sighed, slowly arching his back to make the contact he wanted so badly. Tipping his head back, he gaped a little when a rough finger trailed over his length. “Cid… now.”

“Now?” Cid quirked a brow, removing his hands to push the black leather down more.

“Yes, now.”

Cid gasped as he was shoved back, his pants unmercilessly yanked from his legs and tossed to the floor. Ravenous kisses were pressed along his neck and he simply tipped his head back, enjoying the roughness he so rarely felt as Vincent fought to shed his own remaining clothes. Finally he felt the press of hot flesh against his own and he smiled, nodding toward the bedside dresser.

A firm hand rested on his hip as the other reached for the only other factor they needed. Soon enough he felt the cold tube dropped at his side and he shifted, rising up onto his knees. “Ya sure are in a hurry, aren’t ya?” he teased, taking his time to return back down to the bed.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Vincent mumbled, watching with lust-darkened eyes as his lover turned, giving him a view he felt he would never want to forget. “After all, aren’t you in a hurry yourself? You’re the one going on about 'work this, Reeve that' anyway.” He almost grinned, but managed to hide it as he placed his palms on the warm hips before him. “Perhaps you should be going to his bed instead on mine.”

Cid chuckled. “You’re forgettin’. This is my bed. An’ anyway, he doesn’t look like he’d care much for me.” Flashing a grin only he knew about, he settled himself and hummed a little. “Well, what’re ya waitin’ for? The snow to fall?”

“I’m not waiting for anything. Just admiring.”

“Yeah, well, ya admired it last night too, if ya remember.”

“Perhaps. But last night I wasn’t admiring it in quite this fashion.”

The blond head shook as he held back a laugh. “Hey, it was my turn last night. Deal with it. Now get goin’ or I’m gonna have to run to work an’ we both know that wouldn’t be pretty.”

Vincent smirked, fully aware of what he was referring to. “I think it would be quite amusing to see you running down the street trying to deal with a full erection, Cid. In fact…”

“Don’t ya ‘in fact’ me, Vince. I’ll come back there if I have to.”

“So threatening.” Vincent laughed softly at the affirmation Cid gave. “If you insist.” He wrapped his left arm around Cid’s waist, slowly slipping his finger into his lover. The feral growl that ripped from the blond’s throat told him he wanted more and he gave it, adding a second and moving them torturously slow inside Cid.

Lifting his head, Cid gasped gently at the sensation, pushing back into the movements the best he could. Suddenly he was glad that Vincent hadn’t relented. Moaning softly, he arched himself up for more, aching for the deeper contact he knew Vincent could give.

He was sure by then that nothing could go wrong, nothing could break his concentration on the man behind him. But he wasn’t counting his cell phone into the mix. Gasping as Vincent’s fingers slipped a bit, he opened his half-closed eyes and started at the ringing khaki bundle he could see on the floor. “V—Vince…”

“Let it go, Cid.”

“B-but that’s…shit…that’s Reeve’s tone.”

“So?”

“Dammit, Vince… I’ve gotta answer that.” He squirmed loose, dangling his arm off of the edge of the bed to grasp his pants. “Don’t do anythin’ stupid, ‘kay? We sure as hell don’t need Reeve findin’ out about us. He’d have a fuckin’ cow an’ then everyone’d know.”

Vincent smirked at the analogy, but kept his mouth shut.

Pulling the offending phone free, he flipped it open and shoved it to his left ear since his right was being assaulted by Vincent’s tongue. “Yeah,” he said quickly, already knowing what he was about to hear.

“Cid! Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be in here an hour ago.”

He huffed, trying to ignore the soft whispers Vincent was brushing against his ear. “I know. I just got sidetracked—“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Cid. You know how tight this whole thing has been. We need to know how to get that pump going tonight. I gave you a deadline for a reason.”

“I know. I’ve been up for most of that time tryin’ to figure this shit ou… ahh…” He cut himself off, trying to reign in his short moan, but failing. Great. That was all he needed. Whirling around, he glared at Vincent who moved his hand away from the pilot’s length as if he were the most innocent being on the planet.

“Cid, what was that? Are you all right?” The voice turned concerned suddenly and he whipped the phone down, covering the microphone the best he could.

Turning back to Vincent, he glared faintly. “Vince, stop it,” he hissed. “I’m not messin’ around here.”

“Neither am I,” Vincent replied clearly, a little louder than Cid would have liked. Shaking his head, he pulled the phone back to his ear.

“—this is just unacceptable, Cid. You know we’re depended upon and if we can’t do what we’re here to, what good are we?”

“I get it,” Cid said roughly.” “I’ll be there later, I swear.”

“No, I want you here, right now, Highwind.”

A soft breath tickled his ear and he almost choked. “As do I,” Vincent purred gently, tracing his fingers down the tanned back to lightly smack his backside.

Cid jumped, momentarily forgetting to keep his composure, and yelped. “Vincent, stop that!”

“Vincent? Cid, what’s going on there? What is he doing there? Cid?”

“He’s not!” he cried, leaving himself wide open to the gunner’s wandering fingers. They once again slipped around his length, squeezing a little harder than he’d expected and earning a gasping moan from him. He’s… he’s… oh, shit.” He gasped again as a steady sliding motion started, lips caressing his ear as it did. “V-Vince…”

“What?”

“I—I meant… I said… shit…” He cursed his inability to think clearly as the ministrations speeded up, deft fingers rushing over the tip of his length each time. “I—I have to go—“

“Cid! What’s going on there? Tell me, already.”

Luckily, or not so luckily, depending on the view, he was saved from responding as
Vincent carefully took the phone from his lover’s hands. “Sorry, Reeve. Cid is a little busy right now. He’ll call back later, all right?”

“Vincent! What the—put Cid back on th—“

The phone beeped faintly as he pressed the button, not even bothering to close it as he set it on the bedside table. “Now. That’s done.” He smirked lightly at the pilot’s glare, covering the pursing mouth with a kiss. “Back to where we were?”

“Vince… you’re gonna get us fired for that shit…” he gasped, still fully aware of the hand wrapped around his length.

“Would it truly matter? You’re doing this more as a courtesy anyway, aren’t you? And aren’t you always the one complaining about everything that has to do with this job? What is the harm in getting fired?”

“Right. An’ then I would be back where I’m ‘sposed to be, all the time. One, I can only take so much Shera. An’ two… where would ya fit in, hmm? Ya know as well as I do that we wouldn’t be able to keep doin’ this if I was actually home. I’d have to go be an actual husband.” He grimaced, the expression quickly erased with a kiss.

“Fine, fine. I see your point.” Vincent shifted behind him, resting a smooth chin on his shoulder as his length was released. “So. I ask again: back to where we were?”

Cid grinned, tipping his head against Vincent’s. “Sure thing.” The subtle smile that ghosted over the delicate face was enough to make him grin even more. Arching his back again, he flashed a smile that he knew would drive the gunner crazy. “Come an’ get me, Vince.”

“Gladly.” The soft whisper echoed through his head as a strong hand pressed against his hip. Slowly, so slowly it almost hurt to wait, he felt Vincent slide into him until they were flush against each other, his mouth hanging open in the gentle gasp he always gave. A soft kiss brushed his shoulder and he pressed back a little, signaling he was ready.

It wasn’t often that he let himself be taken control of, but when he did, he was always glad for it. Now was no exception as he clenched his fists, the sensation of Vincent drawing out of him almost too much. Arching again, he let out a soft moan as he was thrust into, the sheer power of it stunning him briefly. Vincent really did mean business.

White blinded him temporarily as the gunner struck right where he needed, proving again that he had impeccable aim. Not to mention that his hand had once again snuck around to start giving Cid’s length the attention it craved. Moaning again, he found himself caught between wanting to move forward and back at the same time.

A hard breath washed over his shoulder and he groaned, knowing that it wasn’t about to last long. Not that he cared. All he wanted was the completion he knew was close, the sensation that everything was perfect.

He cried out, his arms shaking as Vincent tightened his grip, thrusting harder than he’d expected. Clenching the blankets below him even harder, Cid tipped his head back to rest it next to Vincent’s as another movement shook him. “V—Vince…” he gasped, his lashes quivered slightly as he fought to hold himself up. “Vince… harder. Shit… harder, please…”

The soft chuckle against Cid’s skin rippled through him as he lost his restrain on his voice, crying out again as Vincent struck just right. The fingers sliding down him quickened, using the liquid starting to run free as an advantage.

“Vince…. fuck, don’t stop.” He let loose a rather loud moan, hanging his head to brush the comforter. Gasping, he released the breath he’d been holding as another thrust shook him. He already knew they were both impossibly close and all he wanted was for that final strike that would push him over the edge.

The gunner groaned against him, his hand suddenly squeezing hard and his thumb brushing over the tip of Cid’s length. Shuddering, the pilot let himself slump down a bit which shifted them just enough. The next time he felt the gunner’s heated skin against his backside, the silken hair brushing his shoulders, he knew it was almost over.

Another shudder racked the tanned body and his mouth fell open, his breath coming fast as he fought not to cry out as his release overwhelmed him. Bucking backward, he strained to hold in his ecstasy as fingers tightened over him, his thick seed spilling over the slender hand. A tongue flicked out to lick his shoulder as Vincent wetted his lips, managing to give the pilot a few last thrusts before coming himself, arching gracefully over his lover.

The strength was practically drained from Cid as he panted through the fading waves of his release and he slumped down even more, his cheek pressed against the bed. The slender body draped over him was warm, hot breath echoing in his ear as he smiled faintly. Reaching up a hand, he caressed the sweat-dampened cheek resting against his shoulder. “Ya doin’ all right?”

A soft smile curved against Cid’s skin. “I’m fine. Just a little worn out is all.” Silken lashes brushed the tanned flesh as he closed his eyes, rubbing his hand against the pilot’s stomach.

“Ya feelin’ better now?”

“Mmhmm.”

Cid smiled, patting his lover’s hand. “’m glad.” He sighed, his eyes closing slightly until a light caught his attention. Frowning, he glanced over to the bedside table where Vincent had set his phone. But that was… He reached over, pulling it closer. “Uhh… Vince? Did ya actually shut this thing off?” He waved the phone a little, waiting for an answer.

“I hit the button. Didn’t it turn off?”

Cid laughed rather nervously. “Ya hit the mute button, not the off button.” He punched it again, setting it on the bed and waiting.

“And that means…”

“That we didn’t hear Reeve, but he heard everythin’.” He blanched, looking back at Vincent the best he could before softly saying Reeve’s name.

A few more moments of silence followed before the unsteady voice responded.

“Uhh… tell me I wasn’t hearing right.”

Cid sighed. How was he going to get out of this mess? Not only was he late, didn’t have his work done, but now his boss had just overheard him with his lover who was the farthest thing from his wife as possible. “Listen, Reeve—“

“Just… forget about coming in today.” Another silence followed and he heard the whisper of what might have been an argument in the background before the man returned. “Y—You too, Vincent. I’ll… see you both tomorrow.”

Cid gaped a little at the phone as the call disconnected. As much as he refused to believe it, he had to. Reeve had overheard that entire thing and now he was still telling them to come back tomorrow. Or maybe it was to fire them? Whichever, he slumped down again, clenching his fist a little as Vincent pulled free and settled next to him.

A slim hand reached across his field of vision and grasped the phone, snapping it shut. “Stop worrying about it, Cid. There isn’t all that much he can do right now. You know he would have to run it past everyone else before he could dismiss us, if that is what you’re thinking.” He pressed a soft kiss against the blond’s cheek, blowing lightly on the skin. “Just forget about it, okay?”

Cid wanted to tell Vincent that he couldn’t, but the warmth he was feeling was fading fast and the appeal of curling up next to his lover was a little too tempting for him. Shaking his head softly, he took the phone back and shoved it onto the table. Then he sighed once more before relenting and turning to let himself be enfolded in Vincent’s arms.

Right now, he just wanted to fall asleep and forget everything that had just happened. Well…maybe not everything. But pretty close. At least everything that impacted tomorrow. Tomorrow. That he wanted to forget also and it hadn’t even happened yet.

But… perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought it would be. No matter. Right now he was simply absorbed in the slow breathing caressing his face. He pressed a kiss against Vincent’s forehead, the tiny murmur falling from the pale lips only making him smile.

Yeah, tomorrow could wait. Right now, all he wanted was this moment and this moment alone.