Want

WANT 2

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By: Albedosreqium / Soyna

Setting:
After Dirge…
Rating, Genre and Warnings:
M… because of Chaos … again …

Men wearing smexy clothing, or well… just read already.
Disclaimer:
All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted by the almighty Square Enix©. I do not profit from this endeavour.
Summary and Additional Information
For Valenwind-luvers contest.


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The laughter from Chaos inside his head was getting annoying. If Chaos had his own set of lungs, Vincent was sure that he would have been curled in a ball on the floor gasping for air.

"Why am I doing this?" Vincent whispered.

'Because he convinced you that you owed him,' Chaos said before he broke into another heavy bout of laughter.

"Are ya comin' out?" Cid's loud voice could be heard from the bedroom. Vincent couldn't believe that he was even considering this.

"I need more time," Vincent called back. He hadn't undressed yet. He looked over at the bag which contained a new outfit that Cid had asked him to wear.

The demon laughter rolled down to a chuckle. 'He'll be wearing that leather thong he showed us! Get changed so we can go play.'

Vincent closed his eyes and tried not to think of how good Cid would look wearing that new supple tan leather thong. Or what it would feel like to …

'Just get changed!' Chaos demanded, 'Quit fantasising and let's go do him already.' There was another low grumble interjected but he pushed the agitated feeling back.

Cid had showed him his new thong that. Cid almost always wore thongs and even after the last couple of years it didn't take the thrill of how wonderful he looked in them. The new one was made of supple tan leather that had to be secured in place with small knots. The thong could easily be removed without him cutting it off.

Of course, Cid then placed the unassuming black bag onto his lap and had told him that he would really like to see him in something.

'Just put it on," Chaos grumbled. 'It's not that bad.' The whimpering increased and he could feel an ache start to form at the back of his head. He was starting to feel uneasy about the whole thing.

It had started out as a nice peaceful day. Cid had left with some of the crew of the Shera and been buying supplies. The ship had been quiet and he was enjoying the unusual silence. He avoided going on the shopping trips as people always stared at his outfit and called him a vampire. It was becoming more frequent; he didn't understand the reason for it. He would rather avoid having some strange teenage girl or boy mooning over him, even it if it was cute if Cid would fight them off for him.

'It was amusing,' Chaos cooed. Vincent rolled his eyes. Chaos always found - well-chaos amusing. "Now let's go be amused in the other room. Get dressed!"

Vincent tried to push Chaos back and concentrate on what he was supposed to be getting ready for. Cid had returned from the shopping trip with a big smile on his face and two simple black bags; one for him and one that Vincent had now had sitting in front of him.

He had made the mistake of asking what he had bought.

Cid had sat next to him. "Ya know. I have been goin' through a lot of shirts because of that glove of yours." Cid ran his hand down his arm. "And you wrecked six pairs of my pants."

Vincent had blushed. He did get carried away, especially when he knew what colour of thong that Cid was wearing underneath his pants.

'I still like the red one," Chaos purred.

Of course Chaos did. It was the only colour of thong that he had not cut off of Cid. All the other ones, Vincent had been implored to remove quickly from the blond man. The easiest way was to just slice it with his sharp that covered his hand.

But now he had to deal with what was in the black bag. Chaos chuckled as he looked at the bag. 'Put it on," Chaos purred in the back of his mind. 'You will make him happy.' A small whimpering sound filled his ears and he shook his head to clear out the voices.

Vincent started to unbuckle his cape.

Because that is what it was really about. After all, the reason he was even considering wearing the humiliating costume was because of how big the Captain's smile was when he talked about what was in the bag.

He hung his cape on the door hook and looked in the mirror as he removed the wrappings that bound his hair.

He frowned at the thought of how Cid surprised him with the request. With one of his hands resting on his thigh and another playing with the back of his neck in small massaging motions that always soothed him and Chaos.

"Well, I had to get some new clothes and I found somethin' that would look great on ya." Cid had whispered into his ear and then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I can model what I bought and ya can model what I got ya to wear."

Vincent should have known that it was a set up. He was relaxed by the soothing touches of the man. He just thought that Cid was trying to get him in jeans and a normal shirt again. He was always trying to encourage him to wear something other than the leather that he was accustom. He had a few pairs of jeans and shirts that Cid already bought him but he did not wear them very often.

The first time he wore normal clothes, no one recognized him. He remembered Yuffie's words as she clung to Cid's arm. "If you dumped Vinny, is it alright if I call him up?" Of course that sent Chaos into a fury at the thought of the girl even touching him and what was 'his'. Cid had yelled at the pesky ninja for an hour about her 'goddamn lack of manners' with the most curse words he had ever heard come out of the mans mouth. Cid probably would have continued for a couple of hours more if he hadn't just taken the matter into his own hands. It was always a guaranteed way to silence Cid was to kiss him.

Of course, it also meant that they had to leave early because Chaos was not one to be satisfied with just kissing.

'Why would I? He is always willing to offer so much more. Now quit brooding and get dressed in that lovely outfit.' Chaos hummed but the other whine was growing louder and the tension was building inside his head. He could feel a strange twinge build up in his stomach.

There was a light tap on the door followed by Cid's voice. "Is everythin' all right, Vin?"

"Everything's fine."

'If its fine then put it on,' Chaos countered and was followed by a whine that Vincent knew was a not from the amused demon.

"Don't ya like it?" Cid called.

"I'll only be a couple of minutes," Vincent called back as he removed his shirt. He still had a hard time thinking of himself as desirable. He didn't understand what a man like Cid could think of him as attractive; soul or body.

Vincent's muscle tone was nothing like the wonderful thick lines that Cid had. He always enjoyed running his hand and claw over his nice broad chest and back. Vincent knew that he was strong, but he sometimes wished that he had the muscle to match. His hips were too slim, and his chest to narrow as far as he was concerned.

'He's never complained. Get over yourself,' Chaos berated.

Cid never did complained about how he looked and often gave him praises about his appearance. He thought it was just because love was blind. He thought of Cid as the perfect specimen of a man. Every part of him was desirable.

'Especially that fine ass of his," Chaos chirped in his ear. He really wished he could shut Chaos off at times.

He placed his shirt in the hamper and started to undo the buckles and gun holster that were slung on his slender hips.

"Everythin' should fit you," Cid called from the other side of the door. "I know yer measurements and ya are gonna look hot wearin' it." There was a timber in his voice that sent chills down Vincent's spine as he stepped out of his pants.

"I'll be out in a moment," he called again.

"I got the wine ready," Cid responded back.

Vincent sighed heavily as he stood naked in the slightly chilled bathroom.

'Just put it on," Chaos pleaded.

Vincent was never much of a wine drinker but Chaos like the cheap sweet wine that Cid drank. Vincent preferred a dry white but then, it was not something that he complained about as Cid tasted wonderful with the wine on his lips.

'And skin! Will you just get dressed! I want!" Chaos rumbled, becoming quite impatient. He could feel Chaos pressing forward with excitement. Vincent sighed heavily as he opened the bag and lifted out the first of the contents.

He held up one piece and cringed. It was horrible.

'Don't care. Just put it on. I want!' Chaos was now buzzing at the front of his head. He could hear the whining of the other filling the back of his mind as if the other entity was pacing.

"Why couldn't he just get me a thong?" Vincent whispered as he held the strange outfit.

'Put it on so he can take it off!' Chaos pressed.

He pushed back the persistent demon. Galian growled loudly and moved forward, almost pushing along side of Chaos inside his mind. He understood his uncomfortable feeling a bit more as it seemed that Galian was not pleased with what was in the bag. Galian let him know his disapproval as he pulled out the … shorts and the dog like demon let out a whine.

"I can't wear this," he whispered as he pulled out the other piece. It was like a hair band that had two rather large black fuzzy cat ears attached.

Chaos started to laugh again. Galian growled, and it sounded like the lesser demon was hovering beside his ear. Cid decided to knock again. "Are you sure your alright?"

"Everyone be quiet!" Vincent yelled and threw the ears into the bag, next to the strange small black leather vest and shorts with the black furry rope like tail attached to it.

There was a brief moment of silence before he started to feel Chaos amusement and Galian started to whimper again. After a couple of breaths he heard Cid tentatively call his name. "Is everythin' all right?"

Vincent took a deep breath and looked at the door. He didn't want to disappoint Cid after all that he had done for him. After all the years of him enduring his demons and sins and he was going to refuse him this one little thing.

The last part of the costume that Cid wanted him to wear drew his attention. It caused Chaos to laugh so loud that he thought his ears were going to bleed. Mixed with Galian's new painful howl he thought his head was going to burst.

"Vincent!" Cid called from the other side of the door.

"Everyone needs to be quiet so I can get dressed!" Vincent yelled holding the newestpieces of leather tightly in his hand. "Cid, get in the bed and quit bothering me. The rest of you can just shut up!"


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Cid stood at the door for a moment after the last yell. 'Everyone?' and the 'rest of you' bothered him.

He stepped away from the bathroom door as he was a little worried. Vincent didn't loose his cool very often and he seldom talked out loud to his demons or even about them. He slowly walked to the bed that they had been sharing for last couple of years. He was getting a little worried.

He knew it was a silly outfit. When he had saw it in the window, he had to walk by it three times before he was brave enough to walk into the store; his fellow crew members laughing as he did so. They all kept their distance from him as he purchased the items.

He knew it was an odd thing, wanting to see Vincent in the costume. But the images in his head, as soon as he saw the items, could not be denied. The small snug looking shorts had a fuzzy black tail attached. He knew it was odd to fantasized holding onto it as they played in bed. The snug little black leather vest would cover Vincent's lovely narrow chest of his with silky ribbons. He wondered if that is what Vincent was having problems with. He sometimes did have problems tying things with that glove.

He thought for a moment that he should go and offer to help get him dressed but changed his mind as he heard cursing coming from the room.

Vincent never swore and often asked Cid to tone down his own inclination to curse. Of course, when it was Vincent's habit of late to kiss him to stop his torrent of swear words, he found himself actually swearing more.

Maybe it was too much? It must be the ears. Cid felt that he was pushing him too far with the ears, even though it would have been sexy to see in with the combination. Vincent was a proud man and maybe he was too humiliated to go with this kind of play. Or it could be the other piece, which had been a last minute purchase that he had grabbed off a rack.

The red leather collar and leash to match must have been too much. That was it. It was the surprise at the bottom of the bag. He couldn't resist it at the time and had to calm himself down at the thought of tugging on the leash and the tail.

He groaned as he lay down on the bed and waited for Vincent. He hoped that he would be wearing the outfit.

"Shut up!" Cid jumped slightly at the yell from the bathroom. He almost called out but refrained.

Maybe Chaos didn't like the outfit. He hadn't thought of that before he bought it. Chaos was always intruding at the oddest of times and maybe he didn't like the collar or the clothing.

"Aww, shit," he muttered and felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He hoped he hadn't pissed Chaos off or Vinny … or for that matter any of the other demons that rolled around in his head.

He was about to get up and tell Vincent that he didn't have to wear it. Tell him that it was all a joke and that he should just come to bed. He didn't want to upset the man with his impromptu purchase.

That was when the door opened. He pushed himself up so that he was resting on his elbows and examined the man standing in the doorway. He was a little disappointed despite the decision that he made to tell Vincent not to wear the outfit. He may not be wearing the new clothing but he was wearing his cape pulled tightly around him. He slowly started to walk toward the bed.

Vincent had his brow furrowed and there was a determined look on his face. There was something odd about his eyes but Cid couldn't see it all that well, because of Vincent having his hair being loose.

He was used to Chaos seeping in with an amber yellow colour, it often happened when the demon was agitated or excited. They yellow that swirled in with the red was not the same yellow as Chaos. It was different and he didn't know what to make of it just yet.

"Vince?" Cid was a little nervous at how those strange new eyes looked at him. Vincent moved swiftly towards the bed and stood at the end. Those eyes moved up and down him and sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't read the look on Vincent's face at the moment. He was usually very good at reading him. He did notice that he was not wearing the ears so that most likely meant that he wasn't hiding the outfit underneath the cape. "Ya know, if ya don't really like the stuff, you don't have ta wear it, ya know." Cid said nervously as Vincent's eyes roamed up and down his body.

Cid felt like crawling up the headboard as he felt very naked under his gaze; normally a feeling that he didn't mind. But Vincent's eyes couldn't be read and he didn't know how to interpret them. He swallowed hard. He wished he was wearing more clothes or at least a robe.

Vincent seldom scared him, but Cid never forgot that there were demons inside the man he shared his bed with.

"Vin?"

Vincent moved so that he was kneeling at the end of the bed, the cape parting and he was able to see what was beneath. The demon holder crawled up, trapping his legs. Cid swallowed hard and tried to move his eyes back up to the face of the man.

"The outfit," Vincent's voice was a bit deeper than normal. It wasn't Chaos that was tinting it. "It was not right."

"I-I," Cid stammered as the man in the cape crawled up him. He failed at maintaining eye contact as his eyes were drawn to the body that was shaded by the cloak. Who needed an outfit when he has a glorious naked ex-Turk wrapped in a red cloak crawling up him?

"The colour and species are wrong," Vincent said as he straddled his thighs. Those strange yellow eyes and different rumble to his voice was a bit startling, but he was still as equally distracted by the fact that Vincent was very naked under that cloak.

Damn, he loved how Vincent looked. His pale skin, even with all the scars that marred him, were desirable. Of course his eyes were drawn to the fine line of hair that lead down to the wonderful prize that was stirring between his legs.

Seeing him wearing only the cape that hid that tantalizing body covered with tempting shadows was damn sexy. Cid's thong was getting tight.

He then blinked and focused on what Vincent had said. "What do ya mean?"

"I'm not a cat," Vincent's voice rumbled and his hands reached up to the cowl of the cape and started to fiddle with the buckles. "I don't even like cats."

He thought Vincent liked cats. The cat that Cloud and Tifa had adopted always jumped on Vincent lap and he never seemed to object. "And purple would be better."

Cid's eyes grew wide and he whispered, "Purple?"

"Galian does not like being personified as feline," Vincent grumbled as he undid the second buckle on his cloak. He was able to see more of Vincent's face, and there was a look that he really wished he could read.

"Shit," Cid whispered as he watched Vincent unfasten the last of the buckles and the red fabric fell from his narrow white shoulders. Vincent let it roll down his back and pool behind him.

"We do like the collar though," Vincent said simply as he ran his fingers over the decoration. His eyes all red now –- all Vincent –- and Cid couldn't help but gape at the sight. Vincent golden claw held the red leash and held it out to him.

"He likes the fact that it sparkles," Vincent said. Cid reached up and took the leash from him. He did admire how the red piece of leather with the gem stones sparkled in the dim light of the room. It looked so damn hot around the dark-haired man's throat.

Cid decided that his thong was much too tight for such a sight. He swallowed and pulled on the leash. "How 'bout a kiss then?" Vincent smirked as he followed the tug down. Cid grinned as Vincent leaned into him and Cid closed his eyes, waiting for the kiss. He felt the warm lips on his jaw for a brief moment before he felt a warm wet tongue tracing up his jaw, the side of his face and into his hair line.

Vincent gave him a deep grumble that seemed to come from deep in his chest. He watched that talented tongue curl back into his mouth. Vincent had never licked him like that before, well, at least not on his face.

"Vince?" Cid asked, trying to determine if one of the other demons were seeping through.

Vincent looked down at him and those eyes were all Vincent but the smile was full of mischief. "Yes, Cid?"

"I'll take the outfit back," Cid said as he felt that claw dragging up his side.

Vincent hummed and leaned into him again, to lick the other side of his face in that same slow sensual manner. "You'll need to exchange it." Vincent said when he was done with the lick.

"Exchange?" He thought that Vincent wasn't going to wear it.

Vincent's smile grew and Cid felt a little uneasy. "You need to find one that matches your hair." Cid gasped as that tongue that drew up his jaw, moved to circle his ear and Vincent spoke in a sensual whisper. "We wouldn't mind a bit of a chase."

Cid's pulse quickened. He never really thought of himself wearing a costume, but from the pressure he was feeling against his own feeble covering, he could tell that Vincent and his demonic residents liked the idea.

Vincent pulled up from him and Cid was still a little startled by this turn of event. The leather leash fell from his hands as Vincent flipped his hair back. "Plus, I think it is time we diversify your wardrobe. After all, I have enough things to change into."


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This is what is rattling around in my brain. I think it's broken.

:iconvalen-luvers: contest. Fetish… a few of them in here.

Hope you enjoyed it.