Valenwind Drabbles
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cid/Vincent
Rating:
Adult +
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11
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1,037
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12
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1/5/11 The Games We Play
Piercing crimson eyes stared into belligerent cerulean eyes, neither backing down. The tension in the room was palpable, causing the room’s other occupants to shift uncomfortably. The two men sized each other up, red eyes reading their opponent’s face for any clues as cocky blue eyes sought to pull a response from the other.
Neither plan worked.
Cid ran a hand through his hair, for once not dislodging his goggles simply because they were not there. Frowning at the reminder, he continued to stare down the other man who seemed unperturbed by the act.
After a few more moments, Vincent suddenly smirked devilishly, drawing a gasp from one of the spectators, and the former Turk placed his fanned cards down on the table. Three queens sat accompanied by two nines, seemingly mocking the pilot.
Cid’s smirk disappeared, and he frowned deeply at the cards, looking down at his hand. With a sigh, he slapped them on the table, revealing another full house, three kings and two tens. Vincent glared at the blonde, who smiled cheekily back.
Flushing redder than the king of diamonds, Vincent sighed, leaning back in his chair. He reached in front of him and grabbed the shot glass that Tseng had filled with whatever vile alcohol was gotten for those with mako in their blood. After all, it wasn’t much fun for those without when the enhanced ones couldn’t get drunk.
The dark haired man leaned forward in his seat slightly, fully aware of the hungry blue eyes, along with others of the group, watching him as he lifted his black shirt and let it fall neatly next to his chair. He was glad at that moment that the worst of his scars were covered up by the back of the chair, not that he needed to worry about that.
None of the faces in his direction contained any hint of disgust or pity. After all, most of them had their own battle scars. No, the faces were filled with barely concealed lust, and Vincent shivered unconsciously against the stares, his nipples hardening in the slightly cool room.
He gestured towards the cards, eager to get the attention off of himself. “Are you going to deal, or keep staring?” he said, frowning at the pilot. Cid, who was shirtless himself, shot the other man a cocksure grin. “I’m damn fine staring, thanks.”
It was no surprise that a few rounds later found Vincent and Cid groping their way down the hall, lips locked tightly together, tongues pressing into each other’s mouths. They made their way to Vincent’s room, the closest, where Cid showed the long-haired man that his tongue wasn’t just for quick retorts.
Neither plan worked.
Cid ran a hand through his hair, for once not dislodging his goggles simply because they were not there. Frowning at the reminder, he continued to stare down the other man who seemed unperturbed by the act.
After a few more moments, Vincent suddenly smirked devilishly, drawing a gasp from one of the spectators, and the former Turk placed his fanned cards down on the table. Three queens sat accompanied by two nines, seemingly mocking the pilot.
Cid’s smirk disappeared, and he frowned deeply at the cards, looking down at his hand. With a sigh, he slapped them on the table, revealing another full house, three kings and two tens. Vincent glared at the blonde, who smiled cheekily back.
Flushing redder than the king of diamonds, Vincent sighed, leaning back in his chair. He reached in front of him and grabbed the shot glass that Tseng had filled with whatever vile alcohol was gotten for those with mako in their blood. After all, it wasn’t much fun for those without when the enhanced ones couldn’t get drunk.
The dark haired man leaned forward in his seat slightly, fully aware of the hungry blue eyes, along with others of the group, watching him as he lifted his black shirt and let it fall neatly next to his chair. He was glad at that moment that the worst of his scars were covered up by the back of the chair, not that he needed to worry about that.
None of the faces in his direction contained any hint of disgust or pity. After all, most of them had their own battle scars. No, the faces were filled with barely concealed lust, and Vincent shivered unconsciously against the stares, his nipples hardening in the slightly cool room.
He gestured towards the cards, eager to get the attention off of himself. “Are you going to deal, or keep staring?” he said, frowning at the pilot. Cid, who was shirtless himself, shot the other man a cocksure grin. “I’m damn fine staring, thanks.”
It was no surprise that a few rounds later found Vincent and Cid groping their way down the hall, lips locked tightly together, tongues pressing into each other’s mouths. They made their way to Vincent’s room, the closest, where Cid showed the long-haired man that his tongue wasn’t just for quick retorts.