Valenwind Drabbles
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cid/Vincent
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
970
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII nor am I making money off of this.
1/11/11 GTFO
AN
Thanks for all the kind reviews, guys! They really help me know what the readers want to see, so thanks a bunch! As for the last chapter, I was as surprised as you were that Vincent was on top haha. I actually wrote it without KNOWING who the seme was, and by the time I was finished with it, I just couldn't choose. It could have gone either way, so I asked one of my neutral friends "Cid or Vincent? You don't need to know the context. Just pick one." And he went with Vinny haha. I suppose I wrote it that way because I can easily see Vincent having particular BDSM kinks BEFORE Hojo, but afraid to act on them BECAUSE of Hojo. Either way it goes, it's because of Vincent's kinks, in particular. ^^
~ C&V ~ V&C ~C&V ~ V&C ~
Cid sniffed the air, his eyes widening. He instantly backed against the wall, edging slowly down the hallway. His foot almost stepped on a loose floorboard, and he silently cursed before continuing making his way quietly towards the room the smell was emulating from.
The blonde made his way further down the hallway, moving as silently and quickly as possible. He wasn’t taking any chances. Not this time.
Peeking around the door, a grin burst on Cid’s face and he only barely managed to remain silent, a cocky remark on the tip of his tongue. He knew if he said anything again, Vincent was never going to cook this extravagant again.
It wasn’t so much the cooking that amused Cid as the black lace-edged apron his lover donned when he cooked. Cid had only known about its existence the last time Vincent had made a large meal like this, and after the smirky comments he made, he wasn’t sure the ex-Turk was going to cook with it again.
Vincent was aware he was there, Cid knew, but the dark-haired man chose to ignore him in favor of basting the large turkey. The blonde came out from his unnecessary hiding spot and waited until Vincent bent over to put the turkey in the oven, standing directly behind him.
A gentle press into Vincent’s rear was followed by a pair of spear-calloused hands on his hips. “You know,” Cid said quietly, “One day, I’m hoping to come home to you in nothing but that apron, babe.” Vincent rose up, flicking his sloppy braid off of his shoulder and promptly kicked Cid out of the kitchen, bodily.
“And stay the hell out until I’m done cooking,” Vincent hissed, his face tinted pink as he slammed the kitchen door closed. Cid smirked a bit and walked towards his shop with a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips.
He planted the seed. All there was left to do now was watch it take root.
Thanks for all the kind reviews, guys! They really help me know what the readers want to see, so thanks a bunch! As for the last chapter, I was as surprised as you were that Vincent was on top haha. I actually wrote it without KNOWING who the seme was, and by the time I was finished with it, I just couldn't choose. It could have gone either way, so I asked one of my neutral friends "Cid or Vincent? You don't need to know the context. Just pick one." And he went with Vinny haha. I suppose I wrote it that way because I can easily see Vincent having particular BDSM kinks BEFORE Hojo, but afraid to act on them BECAUSE of Hojo. Either way it goes, it's because of Vincent's kinks, in particular. ^^
Cid sniffed the air, his eyes widening. He instantly backed against the wall, edging slowly down the hallway. His foot almost stepped on a loose floorboard, and he silently cursed before continuing making his way quietly towards the room the smell was emulating from.
The blonde made his way further down the hallway, moving as silently and quickly as possible. He wasn’t taking any chances. Not this time.
Peeking around the door, a grin burst on Cid’s face and he only barely managed to remain silent, a cocky remark on the tip of his tongue. He knew if he said anything again, Vincent was never going to cook this extravagant again.
It wasn’t so much the cooking that amused Cid as the black lace-edged apron his lover donned when he cooked. Cid had only known about its existence the last time Vincent had made a large meal like this, and after the smirky comments he made, he wasn’t sure the ex-Turk was going to cook with it again.
Vincent was aware he was there, Cid knew, but the dark-haired man chose to ignore him in favor of basting the large turkey. The blonde came out from his unnecessary hiding spot and waited until Vincent bent over to put the turkey in the oven, standing directly behind him.
A gentle press into Vincent’s rear was followed by a pair of spear-calloused hands on his hips. “You know,” Cid said quietly, “One day, I’m hoping to come home to you in nothing but that apron, babe.” Vincent rose up, flicking his sloppy braid off of his shoulder and promptly kicked Cid out of the kitchen, bodily.
“And stay the hell out until I’m done cooking,” Vincent hissed, his face tinted pink as he slammed the kitchen door closed. Cid smirked a bit and walked towards his shop with a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips.
He planted the seed. All there was left to do now was watch it take root.