A Change
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
824
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Long Night Part 2
Appolgies...I have been extremely busy lately -_-;
Again sorry...
Is anyone even reading this?
blah..
This isn't even the full chapter. I though I'd be nice and throw this small part out there for the hounds (aka people who read this.
again...sorry.
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Long Night part2
Vincent’s eyes closed. Slowly, his gloved hand slid up Cid’s shoulder to grasp gently at the pilots thick blond hair. Tipping his head and adding a bit more pressure, Vincent softly moved his lips against the pilots. He had to admit, it was a bit awkward…but it didn’t feel wrong. Maybe it was because of the time he had spent with Cid, or maybe it was because of all the trouble he’d ever had with women that maybe he was drawn to men. Why Cid though? Right now, he didn’t care as one the pilot’s hands rested on his right hip, his other skimming up his side.
Cid tugged the man before him closer. Blue eyes traced over Vincent’s face, admiring the man’s pale features. From the arch of his brow to the gentle point of his chin, the man was truly girly looking…in a pleasant way of course, not to mention manly way. Hey! A man could be pretty… Cid’s hand slid up the darker man, feeling the curve of his side from rib to hip as his tongue slid along a pale lip and diving in when those pale lips opened. Cid wasn’t even fazed by the fact that this was a dark and mysterious man that had the best shot the he’d ever seen. Nope. Not a bit. It didn’t faze him that this dark stranger could easily rip him apart with out much effort. And again. Not a bit. It also didn’t faze him as he lightly sucked on the man’s lip that the hand the once rested on Vincent’s hip had slid up, brushing against a still bloody gun shot wound that he didn’t realize was there. What did faze him was that he noticed how Vincent flinched and hissed lightly against his lips. Now THAT was something he noticed.
Bringing up his hand, Cid pulled away from Vincent's quiet form. Blood ran from his finger to his run down his palm, its dark color catching the light as it dripped.
The pilot frowned.
”So that dumbass was right, you did take th’bullet. When did’ya plan on taking care of it?”
Vincent sighed as he stood to full height, his crimson eyes opening to look the pilot in the eye. He had planned to clean it when the captain fell to sleep, that way he could have privacy and not worry about Cid seeing his torn up chest and back. Save himself the embarrassment.
”It is fine. It is nothing to worry about.” Vincent muttered out.
Cid’s brow frowned.
”Ya fuckin’ right it ain’t nothin’ to worry ‘bout! Yer fuckin’ bleeding out all over yourself!”
A clear look of displeasure was shining in vermilion eyes as Vincent’s narrow glaze focused on Cid’s face. What right did the man have to scowled him when having complained and bitched himself about his own wounds?
Vincent mouth ducked into his cape, hiding his deep frown. “You are one to talk, Highwind. Do the words ‘Oh fuck no’ ring any bell? I do believe that it was you who was complaining about your own wound, were I am not. There for you should worry about yourself rather then ‘bitch’ at me to worry about mine.”
Vincent turned away and walked towards the glass that held the needle and thread, all thoughts of the kiss disappearing from his mind.
Cid was stunned. Truly. That had been the most he had ever heard come from the normally quiet man’s mouth. And the anger and accusing hints in his voice was even more stunning. That and the fact the Vince had sworn. And so what he bitched! It fuckin’ hurt! He had a right too!
”Hey! I had a fuckin’ right to bitch!”
The pilot stomped up to the taller man, yanking him around by his clawed arm to face him. Vincent continued to glare ice sickles at him, almost as if to try and stab him with his eyes. Vincent’s glares were creepy and the color did nothing to help that fact. The ex-Turk only glared when he was truly pissed off, and ignored everyone or everything else when he was in a bad mood (which seemed like always).
”Let go Highwind.”
”No.”
”Highwi-“ Before the gunman could finish, Cid pulled the man forward, successfully covering his mouth in a bruising kiss.
It didn’t last long though because Vincent slammed his flesh hand into the pilot’s injured shoulder, pushing him over onto the bed. Cid shouted out his displeasure as he fell back, and before he could even move a heavy weight landed on his stomach. Bony knees pinned his arms down as long calf’s we’re across his legs, holding them down as well.
So Cid was trapped underneath a man he found attractive who was wearing tight leather, had fiery red eyes, soft pale skin, sharp pointy object in hand…
Wait...
Sharp...
Pointy...
Object?
Blue eyes widened.
Red eyes smirked.
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R&R
Plzz
Again sorry...
Is anyone even reading this?
blah..
This isn't even the full chapter. I though I'd be nice and throw this small part out there for the hounds (aka people who read this.
again...sorry.
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Long Night part2
Vincent’s eyes closed. Slowly, his gloved hand slid up Cid’s shoulder to grasp gently at the pilots thick blond hair. Tipping his head and adding a bit more pressure, Vincent softly moved his lips against the pilots. He had to admit, it was a bit awkward…but it didn’t feel wrong. Maybe it was because of the time he had spent with Cid, or maybe it was because of all the trouble he’d ever had with women that maybe he was drawn to men. Why Cid though? Right now, he didn’t care as one the pilot’s hands rested on his right hip, his other skimming up his side.
Cid tugged the man before him closer. Blue eyes traced over Vincent’s face, admiring the man’s pale features. From the arch of his brow to the gentle point of his chin, the man was truly girly looking…in a pleasant way of course, not to mention manly way. Hey! A man could be pretty… Cid’s hand slid up the darker man, feeling the curve of his side from rib to hip as his tongue slid along a pale lip and diving in when those pale lips opened. Cid wasn’t even fazed by the fact that this was a dark and mysterious man that had the best shot the he’d ever seen. Nope. Not a bit. It didn’t faze him that this dark stranger could easily rip him apart with out much effort. And again. Not a bit. It also didn’t faze him as he lightly sucked on the man’s lip that the hand the once rested on Vincent’s hip had slid up, brushing against a still bloody gun shot wound that he didn’t realize was there. What did faze him was that he noticed how Vincent flinched and hissed lightly against his lips. Now THAT was something he noticed.
Bringing up his hand, Cid pulled away from Vincent's quiet form. Blood ran from his finger to his run down his palm, its dark color catching the light as it dripped.
The pilot frowned.
”So that dumbass was right, you did take th’bullet. When did’ya plan on taking care of it?”
Vincent sighed as he stood to full height, his crimson eyes opening to look the pilot in the eye. He had planned to clean it when the captain fell to sleep, that way he could have privacy and not worry about Cid seeing his torn up chest and back. Save himself the embarrassment.
”It is fine. It is nothing to worry about.” Vincent muttered out.
Cid’s brow frowned.
”Ya fuckin’ right it ain’t nothin’ to worry ‘bout! Yer fuckin’ bleeding out all over yourself!”
A clear look of displeasure was shining in vermilion eyes as Vincent’s narrow glaze focused on Cid’s face. What right did the man have to scowled him when having complained and bitched himself about his own wounds?
Vincent mouth ducked into his cape, hiding his deep frown. “You are one to talk, Highwind. Do the words ‘Oh fuck no’ ring any bell? I do believe that it was you who was complaining about your own wound, were I am not. There for you should worry about yourself rather then ‘bitch’ at me to worry about mine.”
Vincent turned away and walked towards the glass that held the needle and thread, all thoughts of the kiss disappearing from his mind.
Cid was stunned. Truly. That had been the most he had ever heard come from the normally quiet man’s mouth. And the anger and accusing hints in his voice was even more stunning. That and the fact the Vince had sworn. And so what he bitched! It fuckin’ hurt! He had a right too!
”Hey! I had a fuckin’ right to bitch!”
The pilot stomped up to the taller man, yanking him around by his clawed arm to face him. Vincent continued to glare ice sickles at him, almost as if to try and stab him with his eyes. Vincent’s glares were creepy and the color did nothing to help that fact. The ex-Turk only glared when he was truly pissed off, and ignored everyone or everything else when he was in a bad mood (which seemed like always).
”Let go Highwind.”
”No.”
”Highwi-“ Before the gunman could finish, Cid pulled the man forward, successfully covering his mouth in a bruising kiss.
It didn’t last long though because Vincent slammed his flesh hand into the pilot’s injured shoulder, pushing him over onto the bed. Cid shouted out his displeasure as he fell back, and before he could even move a heavy weight landed on his stomach. Bony knees pinned his arms down as long calf’s we’re across his legs, holding them down as well.
So Cid was trapped underneath a man he found attractive who was wearing tight leather, had fiery red eyes, soft pale skin, sharp pointy object in hand…
Wait...
Sharp...
Pointy...
Object?
Blue eyes widened.
Red eyes smirked.
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R&R
Plzz