Unlikely Assasin

Disclaimer: These character are taken from the Final Fantasy 7 game. Sony Playstation has the rights to these characters. I am doing this for the fun of it. The Characters are presented as my interpretation of their personalities and may/will not be accurate. Please don’t steal and claim as your own. For who ever wants to read and enjoy my clumsy attempts writing... have fun!





“The Unlikely Assassin“

By Poison and Tina





Part 1



Meteor has come and gone. A plane was flying in the evening sky. Most routine flight for the pilot, or so it seemed at first. The pilot was a man in his early thirties, with platinum blond hair that was naturally wave, bangs held from his face by a set of goggles at sat ontop his head and held down a pack of smoke, and sky blue eyes that peer out the glass of the plane. Cid was an ace pilot, one of the best for his generation. He didn’t know if other younger pilots have come close to his skill nor did he care. Cid himself was a bit of a prodigy. Built an airship and was to be the first man in space. Yet things didn’t go so well for him. Not one to give up, Cid hung in there. Now he was a hero. Yet, was he happy? Not really. felt guilty for his rotten treatment to Shera for the years they spent in Rocket town. He was unfairly mean to her since the launch of the rocket was aborted. Now he understood she was correct to worry about the oxygen tank. She saved his life that day when the rocket was launched into space by Palmer and the tank exploded. Was trapped under the plate, unable to get free even with Cloud and Vincent helping. She was there to give that last bit of push that freed him They all bundled into the escape pod with the huge materia and he got his dream fulfilled. Space was even more gorgeous from orbit. He could see the planet below and how small it really was in the vast black silk of space. They saw the rocket plow into the meteor and fail on stopping it. How close was he to dying on the meteor? Too close. He realized that he did care for Shera. She was the only family he had. After the meteor was stopped and everyone went their own ways, Cid found that the years of verbal abuse have left a scar between them. He bite back his tongue now but he felt that scar. The truth is they could only be so close while the scar existed between them. He didn’t why it wouldn’t heal fully. Maybe he could never forgive himself? Maybe she can’t help but carry something against him?



Here Cid is, flying back home. Was Rocket town home? Only home he had. His home down long gone since the war when it got bombed. His parents are dead. He has no siblings or cousins to call his own. His house was pathetically small and needed to be fixed up. Yet, he is still flying home. Over the mountains that rest between Golden Saucer and Rocket town now. Sky was partially cloudy so some of the stars were hidden.



Then suddenly the calm flight was interrupted by a large booming noise as his plane went shaky and he found the control gone. Quickly, pilot realized his plane was heading down as heat from a fire was flickering close to him. Somehow his engine exploded rather violently for a well maintained aircraft. He had no time to ponder what the cause was for fighting for the control was all he could do. Feel the the skin on exposed part of his arm start to burn as he reached for the radio and tried to call out for help. He got a static voice that tried to draw him towards Nibelhiem. Cid cursed under his breath as he fought with all his fight. Feel his face burning now as smell of burnt flesh and leather filled his nose. Mountain by him in an alarming rate. Altitude dropping. Then he was cleared of some and just in time as his plane plunged into the ground and darkness claimed him.



The plane crashed not far from outside of Nibelhiem. They found Cid’s body outside his plane. It appears the pilot got out, which was a good thing for the cockpit was filled with fire. Cid was unconscious with burns on his left side of his face and some of his arm. Heavy clothes proved to be a blessing as his legs were not as badly burnt. Had broken rubs and a broken arm with exposed bone. The pilot is rushed into Nibelhiem to get medical attention. Not being a large city, word of the crash soon spread. Word of it being a bomb was part of the rumor on the pilot.



Vincent stands beneath the hospital in silence, contemplating for a moment whether he really wants to do this. The man is taller with a slender form. His body shrouded in shadow and a new Duster coat. Cid is his friend, yes, and he feels a need to go check on the pilot, but he feels a little nervy about seeing him, not knowing what kind of reaction he would receive. He shakes his head, flicking an errant strand of ebony from his face and telling himself he worries too much. He begins to scale the wall, his duster hanging behind him and dragging along the bricks as he climbed up to the top of the lobby roof. He could see Cid's window easily now, and reckoned he could reach it with one leap, as it wasn't too high up. He crouched down low, his claw resting lightly on the floor as leverage he launched himself upwards, catching hold of the window ledge and hoisting himself upwards gracefully, swinging his legs round so they dangled of the window ledge on the inside, he considered wha sho should do now.



Cid snorts a bit as he starts waking up. Pushes the discomfort aside.. as he sits up wiping the sleep from his eyes. He looks at the window and yelps a bit when he sees these twin glowing eyes of red and falls out of bed.



Vincent winces a little at the loud thud Cid's body makes when it lands on the floor, and hops of the window ledge easily, stalking over to him silently and leaning over him. “ You never change Highwind, always causing a ruckus, do you desire so for me to be caught?” he whispers, his voice rather monotone and a bland smile worming it's way onto his features.



Cid rubs his arm which sat in a sling and said in a low growl, "Most people don't stand on my window ledge and scare the begezus out of me... " Almost a whimper, "That hurt....”



Vincent sighs a little and rolls his eyes, which look extremely eerie since they seem to be spinning in darkness, and holds out his human hand in offering of helping. “Are you alright, Highwind?” he inquires almost grudgingly, not wanting to show he's too bothered.



Cid grabs his hand though almost misses, "Aside a broke arm, broken ribs, second degree burns, slight third.. yeah. Shit.. Not like I didn’t have worse." Sits down on bed. Remembers one fight where he got thrashed pretty good when they were trying to save the world. Ruby weapon laid him out.



Vincent nods in agreement, restraining his worry as much as possible and moving over to the orange plastic visitor's chair, which he could make out easily with his keen night vision. He sat down heavily, sighing a little in thought. “What happened then?” he inquires more softly, looking to Cid expectantly, smiling grimly again.



Cid doesn't answer right away as he gets a drink of water and settle s in a comfortable position, "I was flying towards Rocket Town when the engine exploded. I was too busy trying not to get my ass killed to pay attention to what type of boom it was."



Vincent sighs once more and shakes his head. “There are rumors flying around about a bomb, Highwind. Do you have many enemies?”



Cid gives a dry chuckle, "I would name them off but the list is too long.. Shit call me Cid, Vincent! Not like we ain't friends damn it. I won't be calling you Mr. Valentine... "



Vincent laughs a little and shakes his head “I'll call you chief,” he smirks a little in the darkness, stretching out slightly and yawning a little. “Why do you insist that I refer to you from your first name anyway?” Vincent inquired curiously as an afterthought. He wasn't really used to the idea of friends as he didn't really have any.



Cid, "Cause you are my friend, that is why. Friends use first names or nicknames. Damm you been in that coffin for too long Vin.. " Takes another drink of water, and makes sure bandage on his neck, and kinds on his face, is still in place.



Vincent nods slowly, though he doesn't really understand. “Vin...That sounds so odd, why call me Vin? Ah...Whatever floats your boat, as Cloud would say.” He chuckles a little and leans back in his chair, observing Cid easily. “Are they falling off?” he asks, standing up and taking a step to him.



Cid, "Just a bit. Umm could you?" Hoping he would help out since Cid didn’t have night vision. He just suddenly relaxes with a sigh, "I like nicknames when it gets long. Probably explain my name.. Hey why did you visit anyway?" Curiosity in his voice.



Vincent shrugs a little, reaching out and carefully unwrapping and rebandaging him up, trying hard not to look at the other man too much. Vincent pauses for a moment. “Hmm... I was worried about you,” he replies as he finishes fixing Cid's wrappings and steps back to admire his work.



Cid suprised, "Worried about me? That's a first. No one usually gives a shit about me. Hell, not even Shera would come here to make sure I was dead or alive. " Said softly.



Vincent frowns slightly and leans close to Cid, examining as much of his facial expression which can be seen through the bandages. “You? Sad? I'd have never really thought... Shera... That lady you treated so badly? She seemed to... Care about you very much...”



Cid, ".... That my own fault too... Damn, I tried to make amends man ... Like a wound between us that just scars over and doesn't heal." Head down as if trying to hide his face. "Shera isn't coming.. Don't blame her. Strange all these years to realize she is only family I had left."



Vincent sighs softly and reaches out slowly, laying his hand carefully on Cid's arm. “If you tried to make amends with her and fail... The only one loosing out is her,” he murmurs softly, his red eyes flashing a little in the dark but his tone remaining monotone. “I have nothing left for me, yet I continue to live, and you must also Cid, I will be here for you.”



Cid shakes the sadness off, "I live maquotquot; he the smiles not his asshole smile but a soft smile, "Thanks... " hand over Vincent's hand, his skin has a rough quality of a man who works with his hands, "Good to hear that, especially since everone else has a life that keeps them busy."



Vincent chuckles softly, though in the darkness a blush has grown over his face from Cid's touch, he is safe in the knowledge that Cid cannot see this. “Who wants a life when you can have a coffin and an empty mansion?” he replies drolly, stepping backwards and standing upright. He smiles once more.



Cid, "I'm too busy to have a life anyway... Flying here and there.. people with lil problems they think is major... Why they want me as a mayor is beyond me. Woke up with job in my lap.. Kinda like when Cloud was in that funky coma and you made me leader.." He was napping during the meeting they elected him leader. Cid tended to nap through all their meetings due to they put him to sleep.



Vincent laughs lightly and shrugs a little. “I... saw you as the best candidate.” He looks to the window, pondering for a moment on the time. “What are you going to do after you recover, Cid?” Vincent inquires softly, not looking at the pilot at all. A small voice in his mind begs for Cid to say “I was thinkin' of livin' in this here dump” or something of the likes, but he supposed that was wishful thinking to an extreme.



Cid, "I don't know... I don't have anywhere left to go. I would go to family, except my family died out years ago. My home is too crappy.. small and empty."



Vincent nods a little. “Ah...So you're kind of...Homeless?” he inquires,a bemused tone entering his voice at the idea of a Cid hobo, holding a tin and rattling it, shouting at some passer by 'Come on, you tight fucker, you have plenty o' money! Gimme some!'



Cid, "Hehehehe I could live in my plane but it crashed. The doc says I can leave tomorrow if I stay with someone to make sure my bandages are changed. Now I don’t know who the hell I would burden with my cranky old ass."



Vincent snickers a little. “I'm older and crankier than you on a good day Cid, and you would be no burden to me, my mansion is far to empty.” Vincent sounds slightly sad for a moment and a little wistful, since he was sick of being so alone.



Cid, "If you don’t mind me? Why not. Always wanted to brag about living in a mansion. " He chuckles then adds, "I can't wait till I get out then I can get my smokes back. Some damn rule about no smoking in a hospital."



Vincent laughs a little louder at that. “Ahh... How dare they try to actually improve your health! The very thought of it!”



Cid, "They said it was cause of the oxygen tanks..." He then laughs, "Hell, got no one to wanna live a long live with right now Vinny... Hey maybe I can work on that mansion of your to keep myself busy."



Like the day before and through history the sun rises over the small town. Sun shining a bit through the curtains... as the patient pulls sheet over his head due to he hated sunrises. Vincent looks to the window, wrinkling up his nose a little but saying nothing. His eyes look less sever in the daylight and he seems to be a little tired, as he stayed in all night with Cid. He smiles a little at the sheeted man but still remains silent



After a bit... the nurse come in and makes Cid wake up for medication and food because he had to eat before taking his medication. Cid looks indignantly at the nurse as she woke up him fully and grumbled as he began his food. Thinks it is eggs and sausage. The nurse offers Vincent a plate.



Vincent shakes his head and smiles slightly in thanks. “It's good for you Cid, eat it,” he states across the room, not moving at all still.



Cid, "Bleah... I hate mornings.. People gotta be so fucking cheerful." The nurse shoves a spoon full of egg in his mouth before leaving.



Vincent snickers a little and shakes his head, leaning back on the chair and stretching out a little. “Depends on the person,” he replies drolly. “I'm never chirpy,” he adds with a wry smirk.



Cid eats reluctantly.. due to he knows he has medication afterward, "Cause you got common sense! " Briefly waves his fork in the air as he said that and eats more when fact he was hungry sinks into his sleepy brain.



After eating his breakfast and taking some medication, Cid was dragged away for some more tests and a change of bandages. Checking to make sure the set on the once broken bones took and then checking his burns. Had some scarring on corner of his jaw and some of his neck but that was healing good. Plus the usual poking that Cid despised. Vincent hovered in the lobby now, he had gone down to the waiting room after being chastised for breaking the rules multiple times, he had decided to behave



After a bit of a wait.... Cid is wheelchaired to the lobby due to the doctor saying he can leave anytime someone is willing to take responsibility of him but he had to stay in the wheelchair till he was out the front doors. So he sat in a sulky manner as the nurse brought him into the lobby



Vincent chuckled a little and looked at Cid f mom moment, shaking his head slightly. “Does he have any medication or things of the sort?” Vincent inquired dryly, standing up out of his seat and walking over silently, not noticing the few people which watched him with great interest.



Nurse hands him a small bottle and tells him to make sure Cid gets some vitamins. Better yet, try to get him to stop smoking would be nice also. Cid scoffs at that last part. He liked to smoke. Missed smoking even though hasn't been in hospital that long. Nurse thought Mr. Valentine was sexy.. unnerving but sexy. Hesitantly hands him the pills Cid is to take, just one with a meal.



Cid demanded, "Can we go now?!"



Vincent smiles slightly and takes the pills without a word. He turns to Cid and nods quickly. “Thank you for looking after him so well. Will we have to be back for check ups?” he inquires as an after thought.



Nurse, "Not unless he notices some unusual pain."



Vincent nods a little, taking the wheelchair from her and smiling oncee. &e. “Okay then Cid, let's go.”



Cid sighs a dramatic sigh as he sulks a bit more. Cid can be a bit over dramatic with his emotions when he gets in one of his moods.



Vincent laughs a little and taps him very gently on the head with his human hand. “Hush up, drama queen,” he remarks dryly and pushes him out of ther.


Cid, "I am not a drama queen.... " grumbles.. though a smile starts pulling at his lips trying to suppress it.



Vincent shrugged a little, smiling himself openly for once in a very long time. “Whatever you say, your majesty,” he replies and wheels Cid down the street, waving goodbye to the nurse one more time.



After traveling to the mansion, Cid finally had enough of the wheelchair and got out of it and onto his own two feet. Staggers a bit but gets his bearings. Slight scowl at his legs and gives them a stretch. Never liked sitting in a wheelchair. Made him feel embarrassed. Like he was weak. Hated to think himself that way. Father raised him with a hard hand to not be weak in anyway.



Vincent decided to make no move to help him, as Cid seemed pretty determined to help himself, and also he knew inside how much he disliked to have 'help' forced upon him. He walks through into the kitchen instead and decides the best thing he can do right now is make Cid tea. “Do you take milk or sugar?” he inquires as an after thought whilst filling the kettle with water.



Cid, "I like my tea the way god meant it. No sugar, honey, or milk." Looks around the mansion from where he stood noting the places that need work. Aside a slight throb in his neck and arm, was pretty good. Settles down in a chair in the kitchen to rest a bit though. "Damn, forgot how big this place is."



Vincent chuckles lightly. “Ah, I never forget. It feels so empty most of the time. You wouldn't understand though, I guess, since you lived with Shera for most of your time.” He walks through and hands Cid a teacup and saucer, crossing to the armchair opposite Cid and seating himself in it. “Anything else you'd like?” he inquires, as he feels a little uncomfortable with the situation and feels he should be doing something.



Cid looks down, "Sometimes it gets lonely even if you aren't alone in the room or building. " Then shakes his head and his stomach growls, "Ummm.. anything to eat?" Sky blues eyes lit with a hopeful expression as he takes a careful sip of his hot tea.



Vincent smiles a little, glad to see Cid is the type who can at least request something when he wants it. “Of course, any preferences? And I know all too well how lonely a crowd can be.” he adds thoughtfully.



Cid, "Food! I don't care as long as it is edible. Maybe a sandwich. Something that is real food aside that crappy hospital sh*t they pushed on me."



Vincent laughs again and stands, walking through into the kitchen and pausing a moment for thought. He doesn't really eat much, living on his own sees to that enough, plus he never really has an appetite. However, luckily enough, there's a pack of ham in the refrigerator and some bread and margarine. He fixes up a sandwich, deciding he'll definitely have to go shopping.



As soon as Cid gets his sandwich his attention goes to eating it. Hardly notices if Vincent eats or not. Just the savory taste of the ham and the margarine. Says thanks in between the bites, Cid always had a good appetite. Even takes the time to lick his fingers before he comes to his senses and blushes a bit.



Vincent can't help but smile a little at Cid's almost ravenous eating. “Did they feed you anything substantial at all at the hospital?” he remarks drolly, standing up and holding out his hand to take the plate from him.



Cid, "Must you ask? Who knows what the mystery meat they seemed so damn proud to present me really was. I think calling it meat is way to kind anyway, " uses a napkin to wipe his mouth as he sits back feeling better already, "Ahhh... you make good sandwich. Not too much or too little margarine. Oh, what would you like done to this place as in fixing anyway?"



Vincent shrugs slightly, walking through to the kitchen with Cid's plate and washing it immediately. “I don't know really, things will break eventually, everything in this house is so damn old. I think I might get things like the heating system and what not fixed,” he remarks from the kitchen, beginning to now wipe down the table top from the minuscule amount of mess he managed to create.



Cid sips his tea, " Was thinking of fixing things here and there. Like that roof needs to be reshingled. Let that go and your gonna ask for water damage! Plus fix some windows, maybe the stairs and floor.... "



Vincent pauses a moment, mildly surprised that he never noticed himself. “I guess I'm... Not too knowledgeable in the DIY area,” he remarks drolly, drying his hands of on a tea towel and walking back into the room and sitting down once more in his seat.



Cid chuckles, "I did stuff like that for my family.... in that past that is. Mom couldn't get on the roof, being clumsy on ladders so it fell to me to be a handyman when I could visit. She could fix motors and sh*t but not do wood work.... " Smiles fondly at the memory, "I'll start tomorrow. Keep my hands busy if nothing else."



Vincent nods a little, mildly dazed at having to deal with normal conversation again, he reaches for the remote and flicks on the television he had installed. He doesn't barely notice what's on the television though, merely wanted background noise of some sort. “So... Um... Yeah. How are you?” he inquires rather lamely, not able to think of anything much else to say.



Cid, "Fine..... lil sore but hell I had worse. How many times Sephiroth used me to wipe his ass? " laughs at that, joking his tendency to get hurt alot when they were after Sephiroth. Just he tended to be a bit gun-ho in a fight and way he got hurt. Never held back in anything he felt something about.



Vincent smiles a little, remembering well Cid's tendency to just rush into things with little thought whilst he mostly stuck to technique. “I miss fighting,” he remarks absent mind, hi, his eyes misting over a bit as he tries to recapture what he's lost.



Cid, "Now we were a team! I distract the monster and you shot it! " Hands move some as he talks as he makes jabbing motions and then a hand acts like a gun, " Stick em good and bang! Dead as a doornail..... Oh yeah, we were like a weird family with Cloud as the leader.... " He laughs fondly, "To be honest, you were only one I felt most comfortable with."



Vincent feels his cheeks color just a little, but smiles all the same. “Yes. In a way, the only family I've really ever had.” He stares at the floor for a moment, once more missing traveling around. “I feel trapped here, you know what I mean? What's the point?” he inquires rather dully, looking upwards to meet Cid's eyes again.



Cid looks concerned and goes over to Vincent, "You been alone too damn long, huh Vinny?" Voice gentle for Cid as he puts his good hand on Vincent's shoulder. Blue eyes warmly look into his, "Listen, you make your own prison. Feel like... I have created one when I moved back with Shera. One for both of us." His eyes seem a bit dizzy as he gets an epiphany. He has created his own prison with Shera. Hand then uses Vincent o help him stay balanced for a second. "Shit... I have been fucking my own life up as well.... "



Vincent looks upwards slowly, pausing for a moment then placing his own still human hand on top of Cid's lightly. “You're life isn't 'fucked' my friend, far from it. At least you still have something to you, some kind of spirit, what am I? An empty, inhuman husk. And as for Shera, you never imprisoned her Cid. This may sound a little harsh, but she is a human, she can come and go as she pleases.”



Cid, "You aren't empty either.... " Still felt a bit dizzy. Move Vincent's hand to over Cid's heart. " I would never care this damn much about someone unless they still had a heart. " His own hand over Vincent's heart as he looks at Vincent's face. Blue eyes seeking eye contact.



Vincent looks straight back into Cid's sky blue eyes for once, noting the brightness of them and feeling his heart speed up a little beneath Cid's hand. “Captain, that means alot coming from you,” he mumbles, a little awe struck and Cid's sudden sensitivity.



Cid looks at surprised at his own sensitivity for a second but smiles an awkward smile as his face has tint of blush, "I always say what I feel.. usually got my jaw punched. Screw it... I might as well see how far I can get being honest." Hand goes to bring Vincent's face closer to his own to kiss the taller man gently on the lips.



Vincent freezes, not really knowing what to do as it's been so long. He keeps his hand resting lightly on Cid's chest, his eyes a little wide and his face redder than ever.



Cid feel all tingly and warm and bit more dizzy, " This is the part where I get decked I guess." Chuckles as his knees starts to buckle under him some.



Vincent moves rather quickly, showing his old assassin lifestyle in a sense with his unnatural agility, he catches Cid and pulls the shorter man up against his chest, hugging him tightly, his crimson eyes glowing a little, stinging with tears. “God no, I'd never hurt you,” he replies softly, resting his forehead against Cid's to look into his eyes again.



Cid smiles, "Good... cause I meant that kiss.. I think I'll sleep now." and closes his eyes as he passes out into sleep. Nothing serious aside pushed himself too hard maybe with some lingering drugs in system. Soft snore.



Vincent smile a little, lifting his claw upwards slowly to brush a little of Cid's errant blonde hair from his forehead. He lifts him up into both arms easily, cradling him like a child carefully he carries him upstairs and lays him down carefully in one of the multiple beds. He pauses for a moment, then leans down slowly and presses his lips gently on Cid's.



The next few days wit with no real incident. Cid starts helping out around the mansion like he said and the repairs keep him busy. Of course, he insisted on working the roof due to it needed the work more. That mean ladders and being really high up. Cid liked being on the roof because it was closer to his beloved sky. he not only closed up a few holes but has done decent work with singles. Vincent found the whole situation uncomfortable. Nothing seemed to be progressing, and he was a man who liked order and to know where things where going. From this lack of control on the progressing events, he chose to avoid Cid as much as he possibly could, lurking in library rather than speaking to the man regularly.



Actually, the closer he got to finishing, the more irritated he got that Vincent wasn't there to shower him with praise for being so brave and handy. Or even say "Oh, not bad". Or seem to care if he fell off the roof. More Cid did take time to think about it, more it upset him. Brushed sweat from his forehead as he gave the last nail a good hammering. His job was done. His mind on Vincent and how puzzling he was or even exasperating. Went to the ladder to find it a bit shakier the usual. Didn't notice due to his mind on the enigma of an ex-turk. Started down the ladder when several of rungs broke. Specifically under his foot as he found himself going down faster then to grab the sides and thank got for the gloves or his hands would be a bloody mess of splinters. Managed to keep from falling down and hurting himself as he eases himself down to safety. The gloves were not thick enough to protect his hands fully.



Vincent walks outside, hearing the commotion. Inside he feels immediate panic but does not let it show through, as he's uncertain of the status of their relationship. “Are you alright?” he calls across the yard,kingking to him slowly, looking up at the roof. “It looks good,” he remarks softly, then looks down to Cid's hands. “Ugh...That needs cleaning. Poison and stuff.”



Cid rips off the gloves and grimaces some, "Some cleansing.... damn ladder! I swear it was in better condition when I went up it! " More upset with his carelessness.. he then looks at Vincent, "You like? I thought ya didn't give a shit.. seeing you seem to avoid me for days..."



Vincent winces a little but says nothing, not knowing how to really answer that. “Come on... We'll um... Get you clean... That looks damn sore...” he remarks slowly, his speech a little stilted from his shame at upsetting Cid so easily. The ladder looks oddly aged for something that was in good condition not long ago.



Cid held his hand carefully infront of him as he willing follows Vincent. Chuckles, "What would I do without you, Vinny?" His mood back to more friendly



Vincent smiles a little in reply, glancing back at the ladder with a frown but not remarking upon it he leads him inside slowly, turning over in his mind how odd it is that the ladders seemed to suddenly age for no apparent reason.



When they get to the bathroom, Cid puts his hands under the sink and then frowns a bit as he says, "Better wash them off before we apply anything... can you do the honors?"



Vincent nods in agreement and switches on the taps, picking up a soft cloth and running it gently over his wounds, not wanting to open them further or make them sting. “Is this okay?”



Cid nods and expresses no discomfort, though it stung. That was unavoidable. After his hands were washed off holds them out to Vincent again. The wounds were mostly shallow and would heal quickly. Vincent looks them over, noting little damage he decides to bandage them more for ort ort than need, pulling a first aid box out of his cupboard and steering Cid over to the bath and sits him down on the edge. He pulls out some white wrappings and begins to put them around Cid's hands, not alot, just enough to cover his cuts.



Cid sits down, blue eyes a bit bright in the bathroom light. Sitting almost like a big kid getting first aid from a parent though Cid was hardly a child. Holds still during so and doesn't fidget much. "Thanks... Thank god, I had some gloves on or my hands would be more shredded."



Vincent nods, slightly angered once more, remembering the state of the ladder. “I'm sorry it seemed like I was ignoring you,” he mumbles softly, clearing things away and staring downwards constantly.



Cid, "..... What is wrong? You don't talk to me and now you don't even look at me? Talk to me Vincent!" Used the full name cause he meant business. Had expression of determined to know.



Vincent glances up quickly, flinching just a little and meeting Cid's eyes. It seems he is on the verge of crying once more, his crimson eyes shimmering just a little more than usual. “I'm sorry, Cid.” he dead pans softly, his face returning to normal though a little coloring remains in his cheeks.



Cid's face softens as he pulls Vincent into a hard hug against him and chuckles, "I forgive ya, you damnable Turk. " said in a light tone, "Love you too much not to."



Vincent lifts his good arm slowly and hugs him back, his claw dangling useless as he stares a little vacantly into space. “I love you too.” he replies mildly dreamily, no really taking much notice of what's happening around him.



Cid brings his lips to Vincent this time kissing him passionately, tongue sneaks into his mouth to taste it. Has been dreaming of doing this for god knows how long. Vincent lifts his hand slowly, resting it lightly on the back of Cid's head and kissing him softly in reply, almost tentatively, since he can't really remember how to effectively. All he can think is ‘God this can't be real, but please let it be real.' The solidity of Cid before him proves it's realism, but still he doubts.



Cid kisses bit longer, enjoying this moment as he soon breaks to catch his breath. Speaks in a husky manner, "I could drown in them eyes.... and die happy."



Vincent blushes lightly, looking down at the ground for a moment, then looking directly into his eyes and smiling softly. “I've waited for this so long, chief. I love you so much.” he murmurs softly, kissing him again softly and leaning back to stare at him once more.



Cid smiles feeling rather happy with this and then smiles in a naughty way as pulls Vincent against him to kiss deep again, hand on his ass. Vincent jerks his lips forwards for a moment, in surprise, then relaxes against Cid once more, moving his own hand round to cup Cid's face in it instead.



Cid murmurs, "I wanna make hot, wild love to you.... here and now.. " hand brushed Vincent's crotch.



Vincent moans lightly and smiles a little, looking down at him for a moment. “And vice versa, chief, but alas, the bathtub is so uncouth? Want to try elsewhere?” Vincent tips his head to once side a moment, an almost naughty smile gracing his features



Cid, "Then we better hurry to a bed before I find myself raping ya on the spot." Joking about the rape, he leans on to suckle his neck to express his desire for him



Vincent moans again, picking the other man up with ease and smiling a little. “Ohh...Keen aren't we?” he murmurs softly in his ear, nipping his lobe lightly and walking towards the stairway.



Cid lets himself be carried, found it rather odd in enjoyable way that this man could carry him like a child. Suspected Vincent has done this many times during their past missions due to his habit of falling asleep in odd places or his tendency to get hurt. Didn't mind him doing it. Others he would not allow to hold him like this.



Vincent lays him down on the bed, leaning down and kissing him again, brushing his hair back with his good hand. “Chief, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.” he looks utterly serious as he stands there for a moment, just looking down at the other man.



Cid, "You shame me with your grace.... I feel like a clumsy idiot next to you. Enough pillow talk.... " Pulls him down to disrobe him at will.



Cid doesn't stop till Vincent lays naked before him. Cid was the lust filled warrior who wanted his prize. Vincent blushes lightly, feeling mildly exposed as he wraps his arms around Cid's waist and pulls him dords,rds, kissing him lustily on the lips. Cid then strips his own clothes way in a rush, leaving them scattered piles as he takes Vincent. Lips meet over and over in long lusty kisses as he stroked and brushed his lover. When he takes him, starts with gentle care that soon turns into hot love making. All he knows is the pleasure and love that seem to drive him to want to hear Vincent scream his name. Vincent lay back, lost in ecstasy as Cid made love to him like he'd dreamt so many times, crying out Cid's name for him as his fingers dug into the bed sheets and his back arched upwards in his passion. Cid held him close when he final felt the sweet pleasure of orgasm. Left him breathless and became aware of the sweat on his skin. Cid pulls the covers over them as he lays against the taller man. Never so satisfied and complete as he did that moment in bed with the ex-turk. Couldn't see a life without him. Vincent curls up against the shorter man, enveloping him in his arms and resting his chin on top of his blonde head. He has a strange urge to say something but feels now isn't the time and merely just basks in after glow with his beloved.