Unlikely Assasin

The Unlikely Assassin pt 2 “The Unlikely Assassin“ By Poison and Tina Part 2 Cid was trimming the bushes outside, at the front of the mansion and trying to salvage them. Maybe make them look decent or... god forbid.. pretty! Not like he was an expert but he wasn't a total idiot either. Had some old style hand clippers and was trimming away. In fact made several of them look nice. Vincent was hovering around by the doorway in silence, watching Cid intently as he worked, a small smile on his face as he watched the bushes being transformed from trashy raggedly plants into rather neat lines. Cid even seemed happy to be doing this. Apparently he liked doing this with his hands, period. Whistles an old song his dad used to whistle. He didn’t know the lyrics but chances of Vincent knowing them were better. Not that he knew this but nearby, in a dense tree was a person who had desire to shoot someone that day. Preferably a pilot. Takes careful aim using their scope at the pilot in the front of the mansion. Vincent glances around slowly, he feels a strange sense of foreboding for some reason, he can hear a rustling in the tree to the right, not an animal rustling, a human rustling. He begins to walk down the path slowly, looking as inconspicuous as possible, his eyes fixed of Cid, his ears fixed on their 'guest'. The sniper takes careful aim. Safety already off. The hammer is set back. Just waiting a moment for the pilot to stand up and turn just right. Cid was oblivious to this of course. His hearing was human and the wind blew just enough so he heard rustling now and thing but ignored it. Seeing Vincent approach, he straightens up and brushed the sweat from his forehead as he turns to face him. Vincent tenses even more, murmuring softly to Cid “ We have company... Stay still... Don't move” he looks around slowly, trying to spot their attacker. Cid, "Ummm.. what are you talking about?" Tries not to move too much. "Think staying still would be bad if we are gonna be attackquotquot; Meanwhile the sniper... can tell their alarm is up. The danger of being caught makes the sniper to hurry and try to shoot at Cid's back. The angle wasn't idea and the sniper was not an expert. Still was a fair shot. Takes the chance and pulls th trigger. Vincent leaps forwards with shocking agility, landing practically on top of Cid, feeling the bullet drive into his rib cage, pushing into his flesh easily, his blood streams down his side in a warm red flow but he feels nothing for himself, only fear for Cid he bhe blonde pilot collapses beneath him unharmed save for a mass of gravel stuck in his skin. Cid was indeed not hit by the bullet. His alarm for he heard a gunshot ring out. His blue eyes see the blood on Vincent and they go wide with shock. Fear enters them for a second before the captain inside him takes over he finds himself giving some first aid to Vincent, trying to stem the blood flow long enough to get him a doctor. Uses his scarf he had jabbed in his pocket then picks the ex-turk up and runs to the clinic. Cid was a strong man so he could barely do this. Arms and back not gonna be happy later about this, his mind too busy trying to save someone he loves. Kicks the door open and puts Vincent on a nearby gurney, "He needs help now!" The sniper of course was already out of the tree and in hiding in town. Vincent looks around mildly dazed, the pain is beginning to take effect now and he is feeling dozy. He looks up slowly at Cid, a weak smstrestretching his lips. “Are you alright...?” he forces out slowly, his hand reaching up slowly to touch Cid's cheek. Cid looks down, "Aye, ya damn turk... I'm fine... You die on me and I'll kill you!" Doctors come and take Vincent away to give him medical attention. That left Cid without anything to do and to his own thoughts. The doctor was a good man with decent equipment. They x-ray the taller man to see where the bullet is then try to go in with surgery to remove it and help patch him up. The doctor does his best, in fact stops all the serious bleeding but the bullet did quite a bit of damage and lodged itself between two ribs on the other side of entry point. Otherwise was harmless there. If Vincent was any shortter his heart would have been in the pathway. The doctors leave him with IV in his arm after sewing him up and giving him a potion to help heal. Cid was left waiting in the waiting room. First time in a long while, he was really chain smoking. Then last person he expected to see comes into the waiting room. Shera... He just looks at her. Shera, "Are you okay Cid?" He takes a moment to respond, "Yeah... Vincent got shot. Why are you here?" Shera looks down, "To apologize about what I said. I come to see you. I hope he is well. I can wait with you if you want?" So, Cid had company with him when the doctor came to tell him Vincent made it. Cid rushed to the room they put Vincent to rest. There he sat, watching him breath in his sleep. Wanting to be there when Vincent woke up. Shera also waited in the room. Vincent opened his eyes slowly, blinded by the whiteness of his surroundings, the light burnt at his eyes and he felt terribly groggy. He groaned softly and shielded his eyes, looking around slowly. His eyes first landed on Pyro, then flicked rather nervously to Shera's rather deadpan face. Shera gave a meek smile. Cid puts his cigarette out quickly and smiles with embarrassment. "Welcome back!" Shera goes to get a cup of water for Vincent while Cid takes his hand and rubs his rough cheek against the fair soft hand of Vincent. Vincent blushes lightly, glancing for a second at Shera and then placing his hand on top of Cid's gently. “I'm so glad you're okay,” he murmurs softly, smiling slightly up at Cid, his eyes a little shimmery. Cid, "You saved my life... " Then looks at Shera who holds a glass to Vincent. Shera meekly asks, "Would you like some water Mr. Valentine?" Cid takes the glass from her, "Thanks, Shera... " Then to Vincent, "She said she wants to help us clean the mansion up to make up for the cold shoulder. " Helps Vincent drink the water, not asking if he wants any. Vincent drinks, watching Shera dubiously but saying nothing, his hand remaining protectively on top of Cid's. Cid's lip quivers for a second. His eyes seem a bit moist as he whispers, "Was scared shitless I might lose you... God, couldn't take that man." Vincent looks back to Cid, his eyes burning into his hard. “I'd never let anyone hurt you, I'll always be with you.” he deadpans, his expression intense, even slightly angry, but at the fact someone almost jeopardized their time together. Cid puts his forehead to Vincent's. Whispers that he loves him to death. Meanwhile Shera has left to get some soup. Cid then sits back down and wipes his eyes. Vincent leans forwards and kisses Cid lightly on the lips. “Don't cry, chief. It's alright. And I love you to death too.” He leans back on the bed and gazes up at the ceiling in silence for a moment, pondering what they should do, a small frown of worry creasing his features, but ing ing more to show his fears. Cid, "I waited by your side for a bit. You sleep like the dead, ya know. Shera went to find out about the sniper. Says they found someone dead in a back alley. His brains were shot out. Think it was suicide. I'm hoping it was our man..." Fidgets with his lighter. Vincent nods absentmindedly, watching his hands as they rather skillfully play around with the lighter, flicking it on and off. “I really hope so. I couldn't stand it if next time I failed.” he murmured softly, not looking in Cid's eyes, just staring. Cid, "Don't worry... I'm hard to kill. If Sephiroth couldn't do it, then some asswipe can't." Smiles confidently as Shera comes in two two cups of soup about the same time, nurse brings in Vincent's food. A light soup for him. Vincent pokes at his soup but drinks none, running one free hand through his long ebony hair and flicking his red eyes about the room. He feels nervous still, like he's under siege and doesn't know who from, but must watch out anyway. Shera, "I'll go to the mansion and see what I need to start." Gingerly touches Cid's shoulder then to Vincent, "Get some rest..." And she departs. Cid sits sipping his soup in a cup, "Hmmm, I had better." Vincent sips a bit of his soup, then pokes out his tongue wrinkling up his nose a little. “Uck... Rancid...” he mumbles, dropping the spoon back in the bowl and pushing it away slightly. Cid#147#147;When we get home, I can get you some real soup. The stuff out of them fancy cans!" he laughs some as he sits on edge of Vincent's bed and kisses his lips tenderly After a couple days, Vincent was released from the hospital with a clean bill of health. The few days have been quiet, especially since Shera has spent those days at the mansion cleaning. Cid escorts Vincent back to the mansion. All the bs ous out front were now decently cut. The windows were both fixed and cleaned. Cid holds the door open for Vincent where the smell of oranges can be smelled inside and signs of heavy cleaning are seen. Cid, "Welcome home, Vinnychan!" Vincent looked around slowly, smiling a little and looking to Cid. “Thanks. Um...Where is Shera?” his tone alters for a second, the woman's blank stare unnerves him just a little, but when she smiles she looks as meek as a lamb, he notes drolly in his mind. Cid snorts, "Oh, her? She is cleaning a room upstairs... She has been a cleaning demon. Never seen her this fast!" laughs cause he was joking her speed some. Vincent looks away a moment, too absorbed in thought to laugh along with Cid. He feels a sudden dislike at the idea of the woman just moving freely around his home, but doesn't know what else he should really do. Cid, "Shouldn't been too long before she goes back home.. maybe a few days cause this place is so damn big. Oh, I made sure she didn't touch any of the rooms you favor or the library down stairs." Vincent nods gratefully, a small smile on his face. He walk over to the couch and sits down slowly, looking around, not really knowing what to say as he just feels happy to be home. Cid sits next to him, kisses his lips lovingly as his arms warp around the ex-turk's shoulders. Tongue slips between Vincent's lips as he presses the kiss into a deep kiss. Vincent leans in to him, kissing him back as he slides his arms around Cid's waist and closes his eyes lightly. He pulls back a little, pressing his forehead against Cid's for a moment. “I love you so much,” he murmurs softly, his own lips brushing lightly against Cid's as he speaks. Cid nuzzles Vincent's neck and murmurs, "I love you too.... " as he leans in to suckle his earlobe. Then the familiar voice of Shera is heard. Shera for a moment has that blank expression when she sees them down there but puts a smile on her lips as she walks down the stairs, "Oh Mr. Valentine, welcome home! Maybe I can make you both something to eat? I am sure the Captain would love some tea." Vincent nods slightly, mildly embarrassed and irritating by her interruption but not allowing it to show. “That would be... Um... Lovely, Shera.” He found himself wanting to say ‘That would be perfectly rancid,’ but restrained himself once more. His hand slid to lock with Cid's in silent support as he stared rather blankly and Shera, almost waiting for her to leave. Shera nods meekly and heads for the kitchen to start making something to eat and drink. Makes some simple grilled sandwiches. But takes a vile and puts some odd powder into the captain’s favorite tea cup. Cid ignored her as he goes back to suckling Vincent's ear slowly. His hand rubs the ex-turks chest gently for he was used to Shering ing weird. Vincent watches the kitchen door silently, his hand cupping the back of Cid's head lightly and his metal clawed arm wrapped round his back. “Is she always like that?” he inquired dryly, stroking the nape of Cid's neck lightly as he spoke, gnawing his bottom lip lightly in thought Cid, "Huh? For years.... She is like alot of people in Rocket Town. With quirks.... " Chuckles, "I just ignore it and such... " Vincent nods slightly and leans in to kiss him deeply again, sliding his tongentlently in between Cid's lips and pulling the smaller man into his lap with graceful ease, suddenly just wanting to pretend Shera wasn't present at all. Cid gives a soft moan as he presses against the taller slender man. How he missed being this close to Vincent while the Turk was in the hospital. Didn't admit it but last few days Shera gave him the creeps a few times. She wasn't on his mind now. Just the warm of his touch and the taste of his mouth as he suckles the invading tongue. Vincent moans softly in reply, slowly laying Cid down on his back, straddling his waist and sitting upright, looking down at the pilot for a moment and smiling a little. “I missed this, ya know, just me and you. It was tough in the hospital, neh?” Cid, "Aye.... I wanted you so bad. yet, didn't wanna get banned from the hospital. God, I need you Vincent... " Then hears her call from the kitchen about the food being ready. Collsolls his eyes. Vincent sighs a little, rising gracefully from Cid and looking down at him for a moment, smiling softly. “I need you too. So much. Don't ever leave me.” Cid, "Not on my life would I leave you... Better go eat before it gets cold and she gets all apologetic..." Stands up, shifting himself before he goes to the kitchen to sit down. Shera prompt sets down his sandwich and tea before him. Vincent follows him more slowly, entering the kitchen and smiling rather blandly at Shera before sitting down closely besides Cid, pondering over when he got so possessive. He watches the other man nervously, feeling a strange sense of foreboding but unable to quite label it. Cid lifts the cup to his lips and takes a sip... eyebrow raises as he tastes the tea... "Hmmmm.. I taste.. mint.. and... Oh raspberry. Nice!" he takes a bigger sip and starts eating with a gusto on the sandwich. Shera smiles as she eats a small sandwich to herself. Seemed to relax only after Cid approved of the tea. Vincent poked his own sandwich around but ate none, losing his already minuscule appetite from hospital food he had vowed not to eat for a week anyway. He merely watched Shera, mildly confused by her actions as always and mildly jealous over her seemingly superior tea making skills, but saying nothing. Cid, "Any more tea?" Some reason Shera looks surprised.. as she goes to the counter and gets Cid more tea. Cid obliviously finishes his sandwich. "Gonna eat that Vincent?" Vincent blinks himself out of his daydream and shakes his head. “I'm not really hungry...” he replies dully. “Would you like it?” he asks, prodding the plate over towards Cid. Cid smiles big, "Thanks!" and starts to eat the sandwich. Shera uses as much stealth as she can while Cid was distracting Vincent to add a touch more powder to his tea. Then stirs it up but she always stirs his tea to help make sure it is well blended... Vincent smiles a little at Cid, glancing back just after Shera has put the powder in to find her innocently stirring tea. He turns back and watches Cid with mild amusement as he demolishes the sandwich with no mercy. Shera hands Cid his cup of tea that he drinks without even thinking twice. Not long before Cid is done eating and he looks at Shera, "That was Fab!" Shera gets some scissors as she watched Cid eat, pockets them of course as pushes her glasses back up her nose. Shera, "I should get back to work. Captain. Maybe you should clean up?" Cid gulps the tea down, "I should? Maybe.. I did do some work... Then we can get personal, Vinnychan!" Vincent blushes a little, shaking his head slightly and standing up slowly. “I will help.” he deadpans calmly, then yawns a little and knuckles his eye, looking around slowly at his house, which in all honesty he'd never really bothered with Cid stands up and get a lil dizzy for a second. passed it off as standing up too quickly. "Gonna take a bath... use some of that bath stuff and make me smell all sexy like!" Vincent laughs a lightly, not noticing Cid's second of unsteadiness. He hovers for a moment, pondering what to do, when a small smirk stretches his face. “You wouldn't need your back scrubbing would you?” he murmurs softly, sliding his arms slowly around Cid's waist and pressing his own body up against his. Shera, "Then I shall run a bath for you first." She leaves. Cid presses against Vincent and smiles, feeling rather happy. Hands felt a bit oddly tingly. "I don't know.... Maybe...." Vincent tips his head to one side a little, peering at his face for a moment. “Are you alright?” he inquires softly, frowning slightly. “You look a bit peaky,” he adds, pressing his hand lightly to Cid's forehead. Cid, "Yeah... I'm fine.” Waves it off as he breaks away to gather the dishes. Hand had a slight tremor that was very hard to notice by most people and Cid. " Maybe we can push Shera into the bathtub? Hehehehehehe." Vincent laughs softly, but his eyes rest concerned on Cid's trembling hand. His observational skills are higher than most's, after all. “I really think we should get che checked up.” he states suddenly. “I didn't like how warm your head felt,” he lies. In actuality Cid's forehead had felt strangely cold. Cid, "I don't need a bloody Doc... I feel fine.. " Pauses and... Burps, "Oh.. now I feel even better." He laughs as he kisses Vincent on the cheek, "Maybe a damn summer cold from staying up late to get them windows fixed for ya. A bath is gonna do me wonders..." Tries to pull Vincent towards sta stairs. Vincent sighs softly, catching him and holding him still, pressing his lips lightly to his forehead. “I'm worried about you... Can I at least call someone in?” he pouts a little, hoping it will give him a little of a sympathy jolt. Cid sighs, "You fuss too much... " Smiles some, "Maybe Your right... we can have the doctor come over... " Rubs his eyes some, "I kinda feel weird... " Shera makes her way back down and pauses a bit close to the kitchen to listen. Knows her poison is finally taking effect. Hand goes to touch inside of her coat to be sure the gun was still there. They shall both pay. Vincent takes Cid's hand in his and smiles a little. “That's why you love me though, right?” he inquirestly,tly, tipping his head to one side slightly and smirking slightly at him. Cid, "Yeah, need someone to babysit me or might get myself hurt. Got more then enough common sense for the both of us.... " his hand was getting a bit cold as he started to sweat and look woozy. His vision was going weird.. "Vinny....." “Cid...Cid, I'm gonna go get a phone, come on, let's sit you down”' He keeps his voice calm but inside he's panicking as he steers Cid into the living room and sitting him down on the couch Cid walks part of the way but knees start to buckle as he is forced to cling to Vincent. Barely gets to the couch. Looks around with growing disorientation. Shera watches them pass her. Hand goes to the gun for she couldn't let Vincent get help. That would ruin all her plans. Vincent turns slowly to face Shera, looking her hard in the eyes. “Something wrong?” he inquires softly. He takes a step towards her. “Would you like to call someone for him?” he inquires a little coldly, looking her directly in the eye still, his own blood red ones glowing a little. Shera whips out her gun and points it at Vincent. One of them easy to get guns where they cheap too lazy to put a safety on. She looks at Vincent with those blank eyes, "That would defeat the whole plan, wouldn't it, Mr. Valentine?" Vincent steps back cautiously, watching her carefully, pondering over if Cid is still awake for all this or not. “Shera... Whatever you're doing.. It doesn't have to be like this... Let's just talk this out...” he speaks slowly, as though talking to a child, notlly lly thinking about it much. Shera snaps, "Shut up! You cold monster! Stole him from me! Ever since you came, he wanted you and not me! Why couldn't the captain love me? I was there for him when he learn his parents died.... Not you! You just came into our lives... " Tears trickle their way down her cheeks. "I won't let anyone steal him. If I can't have him, neither shall you!" Cid turned his head to look at Shera, "I.. do love you. Just not that way Shera..." He then gives a soft groan. Vincent steps back a little, feeling sharp guilt. “Shera... I... I'm sorry,” he chokes out slowly, a little surprised at the strength of her feelings. “We can work this out though... Nobody has to get hurt... Maybe weld jld just talk a while...?” Shera, "NO! No more talk....” Her shakes hand points the gun in his direction now. Determined brown eyes stare in Vincent's direction but not really seeing him. Cid weakly tries to speak, "Don't do it..." Not like he could stop her. This was tearing him apart inside. His body becoming numb. Vincent steps back again, frowning slightly now. “Why are you doing this Shera? Look at what you've done to Cid anyway, you claim to love him? Is this what your love is? Trying to do away with him out of spite and jealousy? No wonder he wanted no part of you,” Vincent snarls, suddenly taking a different route, deciding that maybe if he upsets her she will become confused and unorganized. Shera starts to get more upset, "You ... don't understand.... I.. I.. do love him! " Then she takes a wild shot at Vincent, a bad shot with a crappy gun. Bullet barley even nicks him as it hits a vase behind him. It was a blue vase that was very old and never been moved from it's place on the floor. Vincent falls back, satisfied that Shera is serious, he pulls out his old Turk issued handgun which he had kept since back then. He fires a perfect shot at her, hitting her directly in the heart, the bullet slashing easily through her flesh, spurting blood over her shirt. He lifts a hand up to his nicked shoulder, touching it lightly and frowning a little, for a moment he forgets Cid's even present. Shera's eyes widen as she falls down, face forward. Dead before she fully hits the floor. Cid was breathing in harsh gasps. From the poison. Plus from being upset about seeing Shera admit trying to kill him, then seeing her die. Tear slips down his cheek as he did love her like family. Now she was dead. Vincent turns slowly, blood trickling down from his own shoulder he smiles dully. “I'm sorry...” he mumbles softly, walking over tm anm and kneeling down infront of him. “God I'm sorry.” Cid reaches out with a very shaky hand and touches his cheek, "She gave us no choice, Vinnychan.... I don't blame you. If you didn't shoot, she would... she might have got you more serious. You better put a bandage on that...." Vincent laughs a little, shaking his head. “Hell no, this doesn't matter. I'm gonna go call someone to see you, I'll be right back.” Cid, "I'll be right here... " Points at the couch before his hand drops down and he concentrates on just coping with his body, "Just don't be slow..." Vincent practically runs across to the telephone and begins dialing the number the hospital gave him before encase Cid had deteriorated. He began to stutter a little, mildly panicked by Cid's statement of 'don't be slow'. “You have to come right away. My friend has been poisoned.” he finally forces out quickly. “Yes, of course it's very serious!” he snaps irritably. “ShinRa Mansion, please hurry, I Fear he could be very sick.” Cid's breath changes as he takes some sharp in hales.. to... sneeze. Wipes some blood off his upper lip, "Yeck..." Cid marvels at how he couldn't feel his arms. Meanwhile the hospital sends out some men towards the mansion. Wondering what was going on to need help for third time from them two. Vincent hovers by the door nervously, pondering why they're not hurried, not even noticing his bleeding shoulder. The car drives up and they hope out with their stretcher. Cid tries to call to Vincent, "Think they might show something on TV tonight?" His version of a shout not even close to a shout. Not that Cid would know this. Men hurry to the door. Vincent practically flings the door open, dragging them inside. “Quick, it's Cid, poison, not well, help him now,” he babbles quickly, pushing his hair back out of his face and wondering what to do suddenly when they see Shera dead. They stare at Shera then Cid. One goes to check the woman while the other examines Cid. First decides she is quite dead and goes over to help with the pilot. Cid hardly seems to notice they're there. He just seems to mumble Vincent's name as they hook an IV into his arm. One man asks Vincent, "Know what poison was used?" Vincent sighs dully, shaking his head. “I don't have a damn clue. She did it.” he replies, pointing at Shera lazily with his good arm. Cid starts to poke one paramedics in the stomach, "Giggle damn you... I seen you on TV! You like this... " As he was hallucinating and they had to restrain him to the stretcher. One man takes the time to try to patch Vincent's shoulder as the other calls in direction to the doctor with his radio for instructions. Vincent smiles a little despite himself, glancing to the man patching up his shoulder and smiles slightly. “Thank you. Would I be able to go with him?” he inquires, his expression becoming serious Man, "Sure, might help him stay calm... " Cid the blurts out, "I told you dad... I don wanna go... school sucks... " The other man sticks a needle into his arm. "Mommy?" Vincent laughs a little, shaking his head slightly. “He's not much better when he actually recognizes his surroundings.” he walks over to Cid slowly and grasps his hand, leaning over him slowly and smiling a little. “I ain't a dough boy, and I ain't your Mommy, but I'm here anyway, okay?” He leans down slowly and pecks him on the forehead. Cid, "Vinnychan.... You look like hell...." Cid sweating alot and feel clammy. "I think.... I wanna marry you! Yes, I wanna marry you in a church with cloud as the flower girl... Tifa can be the ring boy. " As they start to wheel him to the car, glad Vincent is keeping Cid occupied. Vincent laughs a little, walking along sides him and nodding. “Absolutely. We could get Barret trained as a priest just for the occasion,” he adds dryly with a small smirk. Cid, "I got a friend who can marry us... You can wear a nice flowing white cape.. and I can wear my capt-e-ain's outfit..... and Shera.... wait she's dead.. she can't be a best man then.... " In the car he passes out. A month passes. Cid is treated for the poison he ingested. The poison did damage to his nerves so he has a slight hand tremor and needs to walk with a cane. Cid also planned Shera's funeral and attended it to speak some kind words about her. He never holds anything against Shera or Vincent. No charges are held against the former Turk for it was obviously self defense. At the end of the month, Cid is still living in the mansion with Vincent. Hard to believe that his love for the ex assassin just seems to grow. Tries to help fix up the mansion despite it all. Sometimes at night he wonders why did it have to go wrong between him and Shera. Now he just came in from mowing the lawn. The day was cool so he isn’t as sweaty as usual. Also used the excuse of mowing to sneak into town to get something special. His hand touches the box the bulges his pocket Vin Vincent for most part just milled around his mansion, a little shell shocked at having killed Shera, though his love for Cid didn't wane even slightly. He did most of the domestic, cooking and cleaning and ironing and what not, where as Cid stuck more to DIY. Vincent was currently hovering in the kitchen, making Cid toasties for lunch since he'd been working so hard. Cid comes into the kitchen, with his third leg announcing his approach without Cid needing to speak. His cane looked of a good dark cherry wood with a dragon head handle. Sniffs the air and smiles, "That smells damn divine.. ya gonna make me fat with all this good food!" Said cheerfully as he sits down. Vincent laughs a little, shaking his head slightly as he sits down opposite him with a cheese toastie of his own. “Heck no, the amount of work you do? You'll have that fine body of yours till the day you die I reckon.” he replies bluntly before taking a small bite out of his toastie. Cid digs into his toasties with normal relish. He does slow down when edge of hunger is quieted to savor the taste of the food itself. He did for a while lose his taste for tea. Though it was slowly coming back. He wasn't fond of raspberry mint anymore. "... I got something special for you...” pulls out a small velvet blue box and slides it over to Vincent with his right hand that shook a bit. Cid has grown used to the trembling his his hands now. Rare occasion it did bug him. Bites his lip as he looks at Vincent. Inside was a diamond engagement ring. Small diamond sat in the center of a ruby rose. Vincent looks downwards, his smile growing wide as he reaches down slowly and takes Cid's hands in his. He leans down slowly and kisses Cid lightly on the lips. “God I love you,” he murmurs softly, running his one fingertip lightly down the side of Cid's face. Cid kisses back, "I wanna make us legal... Will you marry me?" Nuzzles the hand that brushes his face so tenderly before with his other hand he takes that ring and slides it on one of Vincent's slender fingers. Vincent smiles even more, leaning close to him and staring straight into Cid's sky blue eyes. “Of course,” he replies simply before kissing him passionately on the lips. Cid smiles bigger as he makes his way to Vincent's side of the table and passionately kisses his lips, "We have to invite them all of course.. think Marlene is too old to be a flower girl? I can wear all white, you all black with some red like them sexy eyes.... make them all jealous..." Vincent laughs a little and rolls his eyesghtlghtly. “If you wish, Chief. And yes, we will invite them all. Every single one, see what's happening with them all.” He smiles a little at the thought of seeing all their friends again. Cid, "I love you Vincent... I loved you since the day you chided me on my way with women.... Loved you each time you saved my crazy ass... gonna love ya as long as I have breath in my body... " sits on Vincent's lap to press against him. Vincent smiles a little, leaning close to him and kissing him lightly on the forehead. “And vice versa, chief.” He wraps his arms around Cid's waist and holds him on, looking into his eyes and smiling slightly. Cid suddenly asks, "Can.. I.... see your hand without that gauntlet? You never take the damn thing off?" Something he wanted to ask for a long time. Vincent stiffens for a moment, his face paling slightly at the notion. “I...I never take it off...” he stutters ouowlyowly, then blushes a little. “I...Guess.” Cid, "I wanna know what all of loo look like..." Smiles gently. Vincent unclips the gauntlet slowly and slides it off, revealing a beast like, black chaos claw in the place of where his normal hand should be. He flexes it a little, looking down at the ground and saying nothing as his long, black nails gleam in the sunlight. Cid gently tes ies it and brings it to his lips to kiss the odd hand/claw. "Kineatneat..." Voice in marvel and not repulsions. Vincent blushes lightly and looks down at Cid for a moment, before dragging him into a tight hug, sobbing softly. “Agh, I was so scared, no one's ever seen it before, you're so wonderful Cid, I love you.” he babbles into the top of Cid's head, whipping his eyes with his human hand. Cid, "I'm not... well... maybe I am." teasing some. "Vincent, nothing about you I don't love. So Chaos once kicked my ass some.. I accept all of you. Even your other forms... " Kissing him just under the ear Vincent shivers a little, pressing his eye with the heel of his palm and then looking to Cid, smiling widely. “Don't deny it. You're the greatest man I ever met. I knew it when I saw the amount of passion you have for everything.” Cid, " You are also passionate.. Way you just started to fuck me last night proves it... I had enough house work and I want my dessert." Vincent blushes a little, looking at him and smiling slightly, leaning down and kissing him on the lips, sliding his tongue slowly into his mouth. Cid starts to undress the Turk more, not caring where the clothes fall, hands tracing the scars left by Hojo. Mouth drops to his nipples as he works his pants off. Vincent moans lightly, sliding his own hands down Cid's body to rest on his backside, his eyes closing as he allows Cid to manipulate his body. After he disrobes Vincent, he quickly removes his shirt flinging it away and works te rest of his own clothes off. Starts massaging Vince mem member as he works on the other nipple. Hand shaking as he works. Vincent catches his hands gently and leans down to kiss him softly on the lips. “Not here,” he murmurs softly. “These chairs are uncomfortable,” he adds, lifting Cid up into his arms easily and carrying him through to the living room couch. Cid laughs as he clings to him. s las later he will have to send for his cane but not didn't care. Just wanted to make sweet love. Vincent leans over him slowly and kisses him on the lips again, this time more forcefully and with more need, he climbs on top of Cid this time and slowly sliding his hands down his lean body. Cid gives a soft moan as his knees move to either side of Vincent.... hand glides up and down his spine a pre presses his own hot erection against the other's. Vincent cries out a little sharper, then leans down to press his lips against Cid's chest, trailing kisses down his body towards his groin. Cid moans, "Oh Vinnychan..." Lays back enjoying the tender kisses. Vincent’s lips wrap around his hot erection and starts to gently suckle. Tongue flickers against the warm hard flesh. Human hand pumps the base as his other hand is held by Cid. Earns a soft groan of pleasure. Starts to take more into his mouth, deep throating now as his hands hold the pilot’s hips down, least he moves them. Cid loved it when Vincent was the dominate one. Ex-turk rarely was but was good at it. Hard not to buck. Sweet mouth around him, causing him to orgasm. Gasps a bit. Vincent swallows it down as he wipes his lips with back of his human hand. Climbs up to kiss Cid’s lips hard. Cid meets that kiss, suckling hard on his warm soft tongue. Feel a hand run along his ass to push a finger into him. Soft moan as the fingers pumps him. Cid, “Just fuck me already!” Vincent knows Cid wasn't patient type. Lifts his legs up to his chest, and guides himself inside Cid, letting him get used to it before he starts to rock into him gently. Cid pressed down against him clinging to the ex-turk. Found the pilot too tight not keep his speed down as his control slips. Thrusts faster and harder now. Kiss each other in lusty, needy fashion. Cid muttering for him to go faster. So, he goes faster. Almost pulls out, to slam back it back into him. Cid moans get louder and are intermingled with Vincent’s own. Sweat on each other’s bodies as Vincent’s hand pumps Cid. Cid’s voices peaks to near crying out. His boy bucking against the former Turk. Suddenly he cums, body tensing sweetly. Vincent coueel eel that hot tunnel tense around him and gives a strangled groan as he orgasms into the pilot. Both lay, panting and recovering from their love making. Vincent pulls the covers over their bodies as they hold each other. ~ The End ~